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 Portugal and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 The J.B.'s to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Hasil Adkins,
Technova,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
Clear Light,
Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Lindisfarne,
Swans,
The Busters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Connie Case,
La Düsseldorf,
Absolute Body Control,
Cheater Slicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The New Christs,
John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
New Order,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-Ray Spex,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rotary Connection,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
The Blackbyrds,
DNA,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young,
Oblivians,
Nas,
The Mojo Men,
Steve Hackett,
The Doors,
Freddie Wadling,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ludus,
Marmalade,
Sparks,
Ituana,
Goldenarms,
X-102,
Black Bananas,
Carl Craig,
John Foxx,
Massinfluence,
Essential Logic,
Hot Snakes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deadbeat,
Laurel Aitken,
The Victims,
Soft Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Howard Jones,
Newcleus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.