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 Kuwait and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
H. Thieme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hashim,
Pagans,
Rapeman,
The Searchers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Shadows of Knight,
U.S. Maple,
New Age Steppers,
The Young Rascals,
Michelle Simonal,
Quadrant,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter & Gordon,
World's Most,
Maleditus Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Tim Buckley,
Black Sheep,
Al Stewart,
The Gladiators,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cybotron,
Negative Approach,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MC5,
Gregory Isaacs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Teasers,
Dead Boys,
The Mummies,
Moebius,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Byrd,
Henry Cow,
Make Up,
The Busters,
Crooked Eye,
Mark Hollis,
Simply Red,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kas Product,
X-101,
cv313,
Junior Murvin,
Fugazi,
Reagan Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Technova,
Heaven 17,
Pet Shop Boys,
In Retrospect,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.