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 Solomon Islands and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sun City Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
Babytalk,
The Slackers,
The Seeds,
CMW,
The Music Machine,
Technova,
Ronnie Foster,
Lucky Dragons,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
The Gap Band,
Wire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-101,
Alphaville,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maleditus Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Skaos,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalann,
Black Pus,
Visage,
Pole,
The Last Poets,
Urselle,
Kurtis Blow,
Pierre Henry,
Lakeside,
Blake Baxter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Busters,
The Grass Roots,
Faust,
Barbara Tucker,
Pulsallama,
Popol Vuh,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Foxx,
KRS-One,
Duran Duran,
8 Eyed Spy,
T. Rex,
Barclay James Harvest,
Essential Logic,
Nik Kershaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dark Day,
David Axelrod,
Minutemen,
Harmonia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mad Mike,
Tubeway Army,
Eve St. Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.