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 Kosovo and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 FM Einheit to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pole,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moebius,
Pantaleimon,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yellowson,
Fear,
The Moleskins,
Das Ding,
Suburban Knight,
Ultravox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lakeside,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare,
Cybotron,
Skriet,
Khruangbin,
Half Japanese,
Man Parrish,
The United States of America,
Sister Nancy,
Chrome,
Todd Terry,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dead C,
June Days,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
cv313,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Bar-Kays,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swans,
L. Decosne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Hill,
Janne Schatter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Idris Muhammad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Malaria!,
The Gap Band,
the Normal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Freddie Wadling,
Scan 7,
Index,
Sixth Finger,
Soul II Soul,
Wings,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.