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 Guatemala and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cecil Taylor to the grime 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Q65,
Minor Threat,
The Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moleskins,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dead C,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erasure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grauzone,
Black Bananas,
Slave,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Golliwogs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moody Blues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Leonard Cohen,
Warsaw,
Basic Channel,
Charles Mingus,
Tears for Fears,
Juan Atkins,
Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
China Crisis,
Loose Ends,
Fluxion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eddi Front,
Minutemen,
The Smiths,
D'Angelo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Janne Schatter,
PIL,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Freddie Wadling,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Trumans Water,
The Residents,
The Grass Roots,
Stetsasonic,
The Blackbyrds,
The J.B.'s,
The Slits,
R.M.O.,
Panda Bear,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joy Division,
Gang Starr,
Essential Logic,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.