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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Underground Resistance,
The Monochrome Set,
Laurel Aitken,
Ossler,
The Kinks,
Japan,
The Dead C,
Peter and Kerry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Green,
Rosa Yemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Outsiders,
The Motions,
Max Romeo,
Mandrill,
Pole,
Connie Case,
Brick,
Jacques Brel,
A Certain Ratio,
Fluxion,
Panda Bear,
Livin' Joy,
New Order,
Radiopuhelimet,
Can,
Intrusion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Basic Channel,
The Fall,
Yellowson,
the Human League,
The Fuzztones,
ABC,
H. Thieme,
10cc,
Neu!,
Warren Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Technova,
Franke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Leaves,
Vladislav Delay,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Inner City,
Wire,
Sandy B,
Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gichy Dan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lucky Dragons,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.