Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Brazil and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Electric Light Orchestra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Clarke,
Subhumans,
Marmalade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric Copeland,
Iggy Pop,
Television,
Infiniti,
Nico,
Index,
The Black Dice,
Jeru the Damaja,
Excepter,
Pantaleimon,
Circle Jerks,
Patti Smith,
Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dead C,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yusef Lateef,
Oblivians,
FM Einheit,
The Move,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Accadde A,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Das Ding,
Scratch Acid,
John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
New Order,
Audionom,
the Association,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Terry,
Scrapy,
The Wake,
Bobby Byrd,
Pylon,
Cheater Slicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Zeros,
The Mummies,
Kerri Chandler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flipper,
Siglo XX,
The Mojo Men,
Fugazi,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.