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 Lille.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Robert Görl to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick May,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
a-ha,
Whodini,
The Beau Brummels,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quadrant,
Average White Band,
Ken Boothe,
The Martian,
Deadbeat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Guru Guru,
Organ,
Arab on Radar,
Half Japanese,
Flipper,
Maleditus Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shoche,
Supertramp,
Lakeside,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hot Snakes,
Dennis Brown,
Public Enemy,
Bad Manners,
Black Flag,
Rakim,
Tom Boy,
Lalo Schifrin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quando Quango,
The Associates,
Aswad,
Fear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Litter,
Reagan Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Al Stewart,
Juan Atkins,
These Immortal Souls,
cv313,
The Grass Roots,
Surgeon,
Goldenarms,
the Bar-Kays,
X-Ray Spex,
The Birthday Party,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hoover,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.