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 Laos and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Todd Terry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Easy Going,
the Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Bourne,
The Stooges,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sandy B,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Pop Group,
Masters at Work,
The Vogues,
Moebius,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Bowie,
Leonard Cohen,
Letta Mbulu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Normal,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Görl,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
Swell Maps,
Minnie Riperton,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Names,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Fraelich,
Dark Day,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Niagra,
Flamin' Groovies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tim Buckley,
Accadde A,
Peter & Gordon,
The Golliwogs,
Ronnie Foster,
The Knickerbockers,
China Crisis,
Black Pus,
Guru Guru,
Saccharine Trust,
Angry Samoans,
Maurizio,
The Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Malaria!,
Television,
Minutemen,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.