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 Kenya and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 Scientists to the dance 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound 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 Evens,
Goldenarms,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Graham Central Station,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Terry,
Albert Ayler,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Circle Jerks,
The Count Five,
China Crisis,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
One Last Wish,
Harry Pussy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arab on Radar,
Average White Band,
Section 25,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Altered Images,
Amazonics,
cv313,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker,
Urselle,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sound,
Rod Modell,
Moss Icon,
Banda Bassotti,
Alton Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
OOIOO,
Los Fastidios,
Desert Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
The Birthday Party,
Grey Daturas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soulsonic Force,
The Real Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sällskapet,
Minor Threat,
Boz Scaggs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camouflage,
The Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
Television Personalities,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.