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 France and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Juan Atkins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Mars,
The Stooges,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television,
John Lydon,
Trumans Water,
EPMD,
the Soft Cell,
The Evens,
Brothers Johnson,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Move,
Swell Maps,
Q65,
China Crisis,
Deepchord,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kool Moe Dee,
New York Dolls,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Barracudas,
B.T. Express,
Stetsasonic,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Style,
Stereo Dub,
Intrusion,
AZ,
The Five Americans,
Desert Stars,
The Invisible,
The Music Machine,
Zapp,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Age Steppers,
Shuggie Otis,
Yellowson,
Harmonia,
Panda Bear,
Q and Not U,
The Motions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quando Quango,
Neu!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang On A Can,
The Victims,
Funky Four + One,
Tubeway Army,
John Foxx,
OOIOO,
Audionom,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blackbyrds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.