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 Cairo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Absolute Body Control to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
Flash Fearless,
Public Enemy,
Fad Gadget,
The Sound,
E-Dancer,
Deakin,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris Corsano,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swell Maps,
Slick Rick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Animal Collective,
Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Hill,
Mars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
cv313,
Eli Mardock,
Boredoms,
The Happenings,
Heaven 17,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultravox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fela Kuti,
Stereo Dub,
Thompson Twins,
Arthur Verocai,
Aaron Thompson,
the Slits,
The Vogues,
Franke,
X-102,
Visage,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul II Soul,
Minny Pops,
Sandy B,
The Count Five,
Don Cherry,
Grauzone,
Roxy Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare,
Gabor Szabo,
The Last Poets,
The Walker Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Livin' Joy,
Yellowson,
Eden Ahbez,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.