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 Mauritius and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New Order to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Slick Rick,
Intrusion,
Outsiders,
Black Moon,
Roxy Music,
Scion,
The Grass Roots,
Fatback Band,
Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
The Pop Group,
The Techniques,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Wells,
Albert Ayler,
The Cowsills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ten City,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rufus Thomas,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Angels of Light,
Hoover,
The Victims,
Avey Tare,
U.S. Maple,
Ultra Naté,
Deakin,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Golliwogs,
Chris & Cosey,
Monolake,
Gong,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Panda Bear,
Tropical Tobacco,
Iggy Pop,
Fela Kuti,
The Black Dice,
Erykah Badu,
The Residents,
Mandrill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rapeman,
Youth Brigade,
Letta Mbulu,
Eli Mardock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Sherman,
Loose Ends,
Lindisfarne,
Absolute Body Control,
The Leaves,
David McCallum,
The Index,
David Axelrod,
Moebius,
The Martian,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.