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 Tonga and from Madrid.
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 Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Animal Collective to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Wally Richardson,
Freddie Wadling,
the Germs,
Blancmange,
The Gun Club,
The Move,
Vainqueur,
Wire,
cv313,
Ken Boothe,
Minutemen,
Nas,
Arcadia,
Zapp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
Roxy Music,
Mark Hollis,
Marshall Jefferson,
This Heat,
Radiohead,
the Slits,
The Dead C,
Icehouse,
David McCallum,
The Busters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dawn Penn,
One Last Wish,
Absolute Body Control,
The Star Department,
China Crisis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scientists,
Camberwell Now,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yellowson,
Qualms,
Anakelly,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cecil Taylor,
Hoover,
UT,
Alton Ellis,
The Real Kids,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Green,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.