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 Latvia and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Metal Thangz to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Idris Muhammad,
Groovy Waters,
Tears for Fears,
Aaron Thompson,
Leonard Cohen,
Section 25,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ludus,
Thompson Twins,
The Remains,
Neu!,
Hasil Adkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minny Pops,
The Names,
Jacob Miller,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra,
Faraquet,
Cluster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shuggie Otis,
Marine Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
LL Cool J,
Ten City,
U.S. Maple,
Oblivians,
Organ,
Derrick May,
cv313,
Stereo Dub,
Chris & Cosey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aloha Tigers,
Ken Boothe,
Anakelly,
Gang Starr,
Q65,
June of 44,
Marvin Gaye,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suicide,
Television Personalities,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DNA,
The Dead C,
Michelle Simonal,
The Human League,
The Buckinghams,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.