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 Angola and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rites of Spring to the grime 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The United States of America,
World's Most,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
Bluetip,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
The Grass Roots,
One Last Wish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalann,
The Searchers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glenn Branca,
Procol Harum,
Ice-T,
Matthew Halsall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris & Cosey,
The Skatalites,
Lakeside,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxy Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Intrusion,
The Count Five,
Pole,
Sun City Girls,
Jacques Brel,
The Happenings,
Mandrill,
Audionom,
the Human League,
Don Cherry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pussy Galore,
a-ha,
Swans,
Man Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quando Quango,
Sixth Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ponytail,
Skriet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Groovy Waters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Dark Day,
New Age Steppers,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Cell,
The New Christs,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.