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 Sudan and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Mantronix to the grunge 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Rapeman,
David McCallum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Au Pairs,
Wally Richardson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Halsall,
Yellowson,
Sällskapet,
Scion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Index,
Symarip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magma,
Ultimate Spinach,
Half Japanese,
The Knickerbockers,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Youth Brigade,
The Offenders,
Suburban Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Curtis Mayfield,
D'Angelo,
Parry Music,
Easy Going,
Alton Ellis,
the Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Wells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mantronix,
The Buckinghams,
10cc,
The Smoke,
Todd Rundgren,
Mo-Dettes,
John Foxx,
Kayak,
Von Mondo,
Scratch Acid,
Sonic Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Cal Tjader,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moby Grape,
Arab on Radar,
Country Teasers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jandek,
Radio Birdman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick May,
Flamin' Groovies,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.