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 Italy and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 The Detroit Cobras to the crunk 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Pagans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Wyatt,
Whodini,
The Associates,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Certain Ratio,
E-Dancer,
Alton Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eden Ahbez,
The Stooges,
Goldenarms,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Joe Smooth,
John Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
Shoche,
Pierre Henry,
Stiv Bators,
Eve St. Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
Essential Logic,
Sight & Sound,
Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doors,
Sister Nancy,
Blossom Toes,
MC5,
Severed Heads,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Toasters,
Matthew Bourne,
Dawn Penn,
The Smiths,
Interpol,
Dark Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Starr,
JFA,
Deepchord,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
Television Personalities,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agent Orange,
Fat Boys,
Cal Tjader,
These Immortal Souls,
Moebius,
Kaleidoscope,
Saccharine Trust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.