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 Italy and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Panda Bear to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Althea and Donna,
Niagra,
Kerrie Biddell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Order,
The Grass Roots,
Quadrant,
Minnie Riperton,
Sixth Finger,
Eli Mardock,
Severed Heads,
Tom Boy,
Dave Gahan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rod Modell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Patti Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Swans,
Q and Not U,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Görl,
The Red Krayola,
The Walker Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Sound Behaviour,
DJ Style,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flipper,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Gang Dance,
June Days,
Scratch Acid,
Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sonics,
Moebius,
Lungfish,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television,
The United States of America,
CMW,
Public Enemy,
The Five Americans,
Danielle Patucci,
The Last Poets,
Bill Near,
Eden Ahbez,
Toni Rubio,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers,
Monolake,
Nick Fraelich,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sparks,
B.T. Express,
The Wake,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.