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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Juan Atkins to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
H. Thieme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dave Gahan,
The Modern Lovers,
Michelle Simonal,
Minor Threat,
The J.B.'s,
Henry Cow,
Ultravox,
Wasted Youth,
Visage,
a-ha,
Whodini,
Gong,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wings,
Eve St. Jones,
Average White Band,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reuben Wilson,
Minny Pops,
Warsaw,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Wyatt,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sound Behaviour,
Pussy Galore,
Brand Nubian,
Stereo Dub,
Stetsasonic,
Yazoo,
Connie Case,
The Litter,
The Cure,
the Normal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rosa Yemen,
Masters at Work,
Black Flag,
Oneida,
Tears for Fears,
Neu!,
Technova,
The Music Machine,
The Red Krayola,
The Angels of Light,
The Cramps,
Barrington Levy,
Section 25,
The Flesh Eaters,
Das Ding,
Carl Craig,
Derrick Morgan,
Fluxion,
James White and The Blacks,
Clear Light,
Ornette Coleman,
Charles Mingus,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.