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 France and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Youth Brigade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Darondo,
Gang of Four,
Godley & Creme,
Skriet,
Outsiders,
David McCallum,
Matthew Halsall,
Masters at Work,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hardrive,
Thompson Twins,
Pussy Galore,
Brothers Johnson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Leonard Cohen,
Schoolly D,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Enemy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul II Soul,
Bad Manners,
MDC,
The Mojo Men,
Monolake,
Colin Newman,
Nils Olav,
World's Most,
Davy DMX,
Oneida,
Minnie Riperton,
Arab on Radar,
Pierre Henry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eli Mardock,
These Immortal Souls,
Joy Division,
Agitation Free,
Shoche,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronan,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Starr,
Terry Callier,
Pere Ubu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deakin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amazonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Hood,
Desert Stars,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.