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 Malaysia and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Music Machine to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Starr,
Maleditus Sound,
Byron Stingily,
X-Ray Spex,
Rites of Spring,
Roger Hodgson,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Pus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Görl,
Chrome,
Neil Young,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vladislav Delay,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers,
T.S.O.L.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Almond,
Tim Buckley,
FM Einheit,
Joyce Sims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jandek,
The Techniques,
The Evens,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sexual Harrassment,
CMW,
Mark Hollis,
Mr. Review,
Eden Ahbez,
Al Stewart,
Sonic Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Kerri Chandler,
Thee Headcoats,
Sight & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gerry Rafferty,
Althea and Donna,
These Immortal Souls,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
MDC,
Alton Ellis,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Wells,
Youth Brigade,
Desert Stars,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.