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 Montenegro and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cecil Taylor to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Neon Judgement,
The Raincoats,
Lower 48,
Todd Terry,
Unrelated Segments,
Heaven 17,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
Blake Baxter,
One Last Wish,
Fear,
Amazonics,
The Black Dice,
The Moody Blues,
Black Pus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alphaville,
Metal Thangz,
Fad Gadget,
Sex Pistols,
The Mojo Men,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Junior Murvin,
Intrusion,
Fluxion,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chrome,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Wells,
Technova,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liliput,
Yellowson,
Gang Starr,
Saccharine Trust,
This Heat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cal Tjader,
Bob Dylan,
The Cure,
Gang Green,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arcadia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thee Headcoats,
Monolake,
The Dirtbombs,
Prince Buster,
Circle Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.