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 Fiji and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Sun City Girls,
In Retrospect,
The Cowsills,
Inner City,
Livin' Joy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-101,
Byron Stingily,
The Techniques,
The Durutti Column,
Tommy Roe,
The Litter,
Fad Gadget,
Deepchord,
A Certain Ratio,
Young Marble Giants,
The Saints,
Tubeway Army,
Ronnie Foster,
Barbara Tucker,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül,
The Last Poets,
Fat Boys,
Dark Day,
Boredoms,
Kurtis Blow,
Cal Tjader,
Cybotron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
Wally Richardson,
Funky Four + One,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Lynne,
The Index,
The Real Kids,
The Smiths,
New Order,
Isaac Hayes,
Jerry's Kids,
Stereo Dub,
Skaos,
Accadde A,
Interpol,
Terry Callier,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül II,
Guru Guru,
Pierre Henry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Loose Ends,
Sandy B,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anakelly,
cv313,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed,
Brick,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.