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 Sri Lanka and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Funky Four + One to the punk 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Sugar Minott,
Ludus,
Robert Görl,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Basic Channel,
Laurel Aitken,
The Grass Roots,
New Order,
Steve Hackett,
Animal Collective,
Scientists,
Grauzone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Trumans Water,
Aloha Tigers,
Organ,
Sight & Sound,
John Holt,
Babytalk,
Y Pants,
Idris Muhammad,
Dawn Penn,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lindisfarne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Leaves,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
Unwound,
Funky Four + One,
Q and Not U,
Talk Talk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warsaw,
MDC,
Mantronix,
8 Eyed Spy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
This Heat,
Fad Gadget,
Tres Demented,
Hoover,
Minny Pops,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
Patti Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ice-T,
The Move,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.