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 East Timor and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slits to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Womack,
Boredoms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Style,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wally Richardson,
The Doors,
Jeff Lynne,
Duran Duran,
The J.B.'s,
John Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
JFA,
Sun City Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Skarface,
The Blackbyrds,
Tommy Roe,
The Slackers,
Blake Baxter,
Wire,
The Moleskins,
Groovy Waters,
AZ,
Ponytail,
Lungfish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Japan,
Goldenarms,
The Trojans,
The Martian,
Bauhaus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mars,
K-Klass,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
F. McDonald,
Cybotron,
Roxette,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Mills,
Circle Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
Sixth Finger,
The Mummies,
Jerry's Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
Camouflage,
Pagans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Letta Mbulu,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cure,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.