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 Botswana and from Beijing.
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 Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 China Crisis to the grunge 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Dolphy,
Royal Trux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Sheep,
CMW,
The Gun Club,
Con Funk Shun,
Rapeman,
Eric Copeland,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hashim,
The Gap Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter & Gordon,
Skaos,
Jawbox,
The Mojo Men,
Reagan Youth,
Altered Images,
ABBA,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young,
David Bowie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chris Corsano,
Mr. Review,
Siglo XX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
Cybotron,
Shuggie Otis,
Simply Red,
Cal Tjader,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Happenings,
Interpol,
The Leaves,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxette,
A Certain Ratio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skarface,
The American Breed,
Mantronix,
Toni Rubio,
X-Ray Spex,
The Techniques,
MC5,
Absolute Body Control,
Girls At Our Best!,
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.