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 Chile and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
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 synthesizer 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 Funky Four + One to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Jandek,
Das Ding,
Quando Quango,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantytec,
Loose Ends,
Rekid,
Fad Gadget,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crash Course in Science,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smiths,
Boz Scaggs,
Cymande,
Joe Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
Joy Division,
Television,
John Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Red Krayola,
Goldenarms,
Brothers Johnson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang of Four,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smoke,
Joey Negro,
The Monks,
Nico,
The Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
Yaz,
Carl Craig,
Danielle Patucci,
Supertramp,
Hot Snakes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mandrill,
Boredoms,
Skriet,
The Fortunes,
The Wake,
Magma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dennis Brown,
Siglo XX,
Funky Four + One,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.