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 Nepal and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Masters at Work to the crunk 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick May,
Pagans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hasil Adkins,
Faraquet,
Jeff Mills,
Nico,
The Dead C,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Starr,
Arcadia,
Nirvana,
The Black Dice,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erykah Badu,
The Toasters,
Yellowson,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gladiators,
The Motions,
Max Romeo,
Accadde A,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fluxion,
kango's stein massive,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sandy B,
E-Dancer,
The Fall,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
The Techniques,
Marc Almond,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
Tubeway Army,
Clear Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scan 7,
Scientists,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kayak,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxy Music,
Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Fraelich,
Sixth Finger,
A Certain Ratio,
Khruangbin,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.