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 Singapore and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the jazz 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Sandy B,
This Heat,
Minnie Riperton,
Vainqueur,
Bob Dylan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
One Last Wish,
Lucky Dragons,
Cybotron,
Negative Approach,
Aswad,
Faust,
Kurtis Blow,
Stereo Dub,
Man Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sex Pistols,
the Swans,
Mantronix,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eli Mardock,
New Age Steppers,
the Normal,
The Cowsills,
Intrusion,
Tommy Roe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ice-T,
H. Thieme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gap Band,
Ohio Players,
Soulsonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
KRS-One,
Heaven 17,
Warsaw,
Fear,
Tres Demented,
DJ Style,
Accadde A,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Last Poets,
Swell Maps,
The Vogues,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Motorama,
Talk Talk,
Radio Birdman,
Sound Behaviour,
The Tremeloes,
June of 44,
Bobby Sherman,
Alphaville,
Ossler,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.