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 Colombia and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Popol Vuh to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra,
Sex Pistols,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Bowie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Cale,
The Index,
The Velvet Underground,
Second Layer,
Q and Not U,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fad Gadget,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Association,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jawbox,
Roxy Music,
Quantec,
Henry Cow,
Mandrill,
Flipper,
Howard Jones,
Ronan,
kango's stein massive,
The Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Wake,
The Fortunes,
Sällskapet,
Alice Coltrane,
The Offenders,
Sam Rivers,
The Toasters,
The Techniques,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moss Icon,
Magma,
Eric Dolphy,
The Kinks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Surgeon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Malaria!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aswad,
Alison Limerick,
Stereo Dub,
Gregory Isaacs,
Godley & Creme,
The Gladiators,
Pagans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
R.M.O.,
Massinfluence,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dirtbombs,
Stiv Bators,
Joensuu 1685,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.