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 Tajikistan and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 The Martian to the grime 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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Marshall Jefferson,
Niagra,
The Zeros,
Television,
Kenny Larkin,
Ituana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monochrome Set,
The Grass Roots,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra,
Nils Olav,
Moebius,
Pussy Galore,
Q and Not U,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultravox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Association,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maurizio,
MC5,
Minny Pops,
Sight & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Eurythmics,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Copeland,
The United States of America,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faraquet,
Mars,
Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yellowson,
Public Enemy,
Rapeman,
Depeche Mode,
Gichy Dan,
Rod Modell,
Carl Craig,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacob Miller,
Monolake,
The Buckinghams,
Thompson Twins,
David Bowie,
Vainqueur,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Wells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy Collins,
Porter Ricks,
Aaron Thompson,
DNA,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.