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 Ethiopia and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Pierre Henry 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
EPMD,
The Techniques,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Henry Cow,
June Days,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Intrusion,
Cymande,
Section 25,
Technova,
Livin' Joy,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Fraelich,
Basic Channel,
Magma,
The Doobie Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joensuu 1685,
Crooked Eye,
Pussy Galore,
Wire,
Steve Hackett,
Dawn Penn,
Ludus,
ABC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sex Pistols,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Association,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Busters,
Dead Boys,
The Martian,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang On A Can,
Don Cherry,
Lucky Dragons,
Babytalk,
R.M.O.,
Pagans,
Schoolly D,
The Grass Roots,
Wally Richardson,
Godley & Creme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Carl Craig,
Icehouse,
Faust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joey Negro,
Hoover,
Sugar Minott,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Wells,
The Moody Blues,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.