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 Brunei and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Outsiders to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joyce Sims,
The Alarm Clocks,
Whodini,
Flash Fearless,
Josef K,
Skaos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Wake,
The Invisible,
Terry Callier,
Yaz,
Hoover,
Nick Fraelich,
The Modern Lovers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Offenders,
Urselle,
Accadde A,
Dark Day,
Maleditus Sound,
Ten City,
Schoolly D,
K-Klass,
Babytalk,
Robert Görl,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Misunderstood,
Surgeon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Near,
Ultravox,
the Germs,
Johnny Clarke,
Mantronix,
The Moody Blues,
Los Fastidios,
Ossler,
Sight & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Absolute Body Control,
Tim Buckley,
AZ,
Bluetip,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Moon,
Basic Channel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pole,
The Litter,
Rakim,
Zero Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Delta 5,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magma,
The Music Machine,
Niagra,
The Toasters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
R.M.O.,
cv313,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.