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 Greece and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Surgeon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Surgeon,
David McCallum,
The Fall,
Qualms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eurythmics,
Nico,
Carl Craig,
Stetsasonic,
Neu!,
Junior Murvin,
Infiniti,
Don Cherry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deepchord,
Erykah Badu,
Ultra Naté,
Janne Schatter,
Amazonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sugar Minott,
Wolf Eyes,
Procol Harum,
Fela Kuti,
Albert Ayler,
Cameo,
The Young Rascals,
Fatback Band,
Howard Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Archie Shepp,
The Buckinghams,
Franke,
Severed Heads,
The Cramps,
Altered Images,
Ultravox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eden Ahbez,
The Detroit Cobras,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bush Tetras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül,
The Selecter,
Eve St. Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The United States of America,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blues Magoos,
Alison Limerick,
Model 500,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.