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 Mozambique and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tim Buckley to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Harmonia,
Eve St. Jones,
The Offenders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronan,
MC5,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visage,
World's Most,
Bobby Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gun Club,
Faust,
Television,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Hill,
Eddi Front,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gabor Szabo,
The Residents,
John Holt,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dave Clark Five,
K-Klass,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris Corsano,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nas,
Stereo Dub,
Grey Daturas,
Intrusion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scientists,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flash Fearless,
Scrapy,
F. McDonald,
Rotary Connection,
KRS-One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barbara Tucker,
Silicon Teens,
Anthony Braxton,
Supertramp,
The Star Department,
Man Parrish,
Desert Stars,
The Litter,
The Barracudas,
Tommy Roe,
Porter Ricks,
Public Enemy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.