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 Sierra Leone and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Hashim to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Mad Mike,
Minnie Riperton,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Prince Buster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aswad,
Basic Channel,
Qualms,
Throbbing Gristle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Schoolly D,
Little Man,
Nick Fraelich,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Halsall,
Don Cherry,
Robert Hood,
Radio Birdman,
The Associates,
John Cale,
LL Cool J,
Magma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brand Nubian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Archie Shepp,
Gong,
Khruangbin,
Infiniti,
Half Japanese,
Joensuu 1685,
The Invisible,
Easy Going,
Babytalk,
Bush Tetras,
Intrusion,
June of 44,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harry Pussy,
Lungfish,
Isaac Hayes,
Royal Trux,
Tears for Fears,
The Remains,
Charles Mingus,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dead C,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Swans,
The Tremeloes,
Cymande,
Bob Dylan,
Ludus,
Fear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lindisfarne,
Darondo,
Vladislav Delay,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.