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 Korea North and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the funk 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sight & Sound,
Sandy B,
Mars,
Ossler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hot Snakes,
Lakeside,
Stereo Dub,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
Smog,
The Stooges,
Derrick May,
Zapp,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Age Steppers,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Davy DMX,
Lalann,
Matthew Bourne,
the Germs,
Underground Resistance,
Junior Murvin,
The Cure,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T. Rex,
Absolute Body Control,
Shoche,
Pere Ubu,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool Moe Dee,
kango's stein massive,
PIL,
Idris Muhammad,
the Swans,
Procol Harum,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cecil Taylor,
The Raincoats,
X-101,
Whodini,
Tres Demented,
Todd Terry,
Bauhaus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Talk Talk,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Marmalade,
Theoretical Girls,
Scan 7,
Jerry's Kids,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.