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 Cameroon and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Matthew Bourne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 grunge 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Victims,
Gabor Szabo,
The Beau Brummels,
the Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Model 500,
T. Rex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nils Olav,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
Ossler,
Organ,
Alison Limerick,
The Golliwogs,
Ludus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skriet,
Roxy Music,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Cell,
Liliput,
Yellowson,
R.M.O.,
Pulsallama,
John Foxx,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spoonie Gee,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Das Ding,
Chrome,
Livin' Joy,
Janne Schatter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Q and Not U,
X-101,
Lou Christie,
Young Marble Giants,
The Happenings,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Sheep,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Associates,
Swell Maps,
Groovy Waters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Althea and Donna,
EPMD,
The Toasters,
Tears for Fears,
Funkadelic,
Juan Atkins,
The Neon Judgement,
Rufus Thomas,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.