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 Papua New Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the funk 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Names,
Bluetip,
This Heat,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Order,
The Durutti Column,
Audionom,
Franke,
Camberwell Now,
B.T. Express,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terry Callier,
The Beau Brummels,
Aswad,
Sixth Finger,
John Lydon,
The Raincoats,
Bauhaus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mandrill,
Zapp,
Icehouse,
Bobby Womack,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mission of Burma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fat Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joe Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
KRS-One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythm & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Flag,
Scrapy,
A Certain Ratio,
Alice Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
Hardrive,
Little Man,
Buzzcocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
AZ,
The Pretty Things,
The Wake,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.