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 Norway and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 June Days to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Duran Duran,
Scrapy,
Suburban Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Stooges,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hardrive,
Black Bananas,
48th St. Collective,
CMW,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ice-T,
Slave,
MDC,
Bobby Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wasted Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Khruangbin,
Wally Richardson,
L. Decosne,
Steve Hackett,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eden Ahbez,
Ossler,
Rites of Spring,
Lightning Bolt,
Deadbeat,
The Litter,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scientists,
Harmonia,
The Fugs,
Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
Pussy Galore,
Nirvana,
Kas Product,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Martian,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television,
Shoche,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
Davy DMX,
Little Man,
Jacques Brel,
Anthony Braxton,
The Invisible,
A Certain Ratio,
D'Angelo,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.