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 Brazil and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Brick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Trojans,
Wire,
Zero Boys,
One Last Wish,
10cc,
Laurel Aitken,
Henry Cow,
James White and The Blacks,
Severed Heads,
The Cramps,
Janne Schatter,
Scratch Acid,
The Happenings,
Joe Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smoke,
Essential Logic,
Kerri Chandler,
The Vogues,
Roxy Music,
Don Cherry,
Grauzone,
Country Teasers,
Pussy Galore,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Saints,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marshall Jefferson,
Reuben Wilson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Archie Shepp,
Dave Gahan,
Ohio Players,
Aloha Tigers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
Surgeon,
Minny Pops,
the Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smiths,
Con Funk Shun,
Pere Ubu,
Bob Dylan,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Görl,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Magazine,
Eurythmics,
the Germs,
Maleditus Sound,
Fluxion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pierre Henry,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.