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 Ivory Coast and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Trumans Water to the techno 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Crooked Eye,
The Trojans,
Goldenarms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bauhaus,
Thompson Twins,
Thee Headcoats,
Mark Hollis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vainqueur,
Young Marble Giants,
Davy DMX,
The Victims,
Royal Trux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Starr,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liliput,
Don Cherry,
Carl Craig,
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Qualms,
Fat Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New York Dolls,
Joey Negro,
Absolute Body Control,
Shoche,
Kas Product,
Brick,
Siglo XX,
Underground Resistance,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monks,
Excepter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fugs,
Radiohead,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funky Four + One,
Cymande,
Anthony Braxton,
Warsaw,
Barrington Levy,
Television Personalities,
Derrick Morgan,
Talk Talk,
Tubeway Army,
The Standells,
Nico,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Darondo,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.