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 Malawi and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dave Gahan to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
The Tremeloes,
PIL,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Fraelich,
Cheater Slicks,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Pierre Henry,
Boredoms,
Young Marble Giants,
cv313,
Desert Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonny Sharrock,
Guru Guru,
The Doors,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vladislav Delay,
Crooked Eye,
Ten City,
Pantaleimon,
Sandy B,
Scan 7,
Alton Ellis,
Half Japanese,
Marine Girls,
Clear Light,
The Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fortunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
AZ,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Kerrie Biddell,
La Düsseldorf,
Magazine,
Boz Scaggs,
Dennis Brown,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Pus,
The Beau Brummels,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Von Mondo,
The Index,
Moss Icon,
X-101,
Ronan,
Ornette Coleman,
Tears for Fears,
Surgeon,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.