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 Equatorial Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Cymande,
The Pretty Things,
Barbara Tucker,
Camouflage,
Circle Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dirtbombs,
Ten City,
Dead Boys,
Pulsallama,
David Axelrod,
Johnny Clarke,
Idris Muhammad,
Skarface,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül,
Sound Behaviour,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stetsasonic,
Nils Olav,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fall,
Japan,
Ultravox,
The Motions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Albert Ayler,
Magazine,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Martian,
Danielle Patucci,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Inner City,
Sight & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Motorama,
Leonard Cohen,
Heaven 17,
Excepter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slick Rick,
Derrick May,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ponytail,
Pussy Galore,
The Durutti Column,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mr. Review,
Metal Thangz,
Laurel Aitken,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.