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 Uganda and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Radiopuhelimet 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Peter & Gordon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slits,
Pole,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mandrill,
Hoover,
The Count Five,
Spandau Ballet,
T. Rex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gladiators,
Amazonics,
Audionom,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Wyatt,
The Star Department,
the Normal,
Erasure,
Talk Talk,
The Busters,
The Five Americans,
The Moleskins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quando Quango,
The New Christs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Qualms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Piero Umiliani,
Laurel Aitken,
AZ,
L. Decosne,
Andrew Hill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Royal Trux,
The Raincoats,
Harry Pussy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Inner City,
Traffic Nightmare,
June of 44,
Crooked Eye,
Hashim,
Mantronix,
Roxy Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
Junior Murvin,
The Associates,
La Düsseldorf,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Motorama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.