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 Norway and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Half Japanese to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Halsall,
Yusef Lateef,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New York Dolls,
Eli Mardock,
Lyres,
Parry Music,
Crime,
Scion,
the Bar-Kays,
Bad Manners,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mark Hollis,
Section 25,
Black Bananas,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Copeland,
Deadbeat,
Carl Craig,
Quantec,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moody Blues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wings,
Pet Shop Boys,
10cc,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiohead,
Donald Byrd,
X-101,
Eddi Front,
The Selecter,
Joy Division,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rekid,
The Doors,
Freddie Wadling,
Stiv Bators,
a-ha,
Kerri Chandler,
Maurizio,
Animal Collective,
Eurythmics,
The Misunderstood,
These Immortal Souls,
Lungfish,
Cheater Slicks,
Can,
Zero Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bush Tetras,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Evens,
R.M.O.,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.