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 Yemen and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
The Zeros,
Erykah Badu,
The Techniques,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crooked Eye,
Underground Resistance,
Funky Four + One,
Franke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Music Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Fraelich,
Model 500,
The Electric Prunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Massinfluence,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cybotron,
Cluster,
Wally Richardson,
Ultra Naté,
The Victims,
Trumans Water,
Ronnie Foster,
Ohio Players,
Marine Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
In Retrospect,
Soft Machine,
Swell Maps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül,
the Bar-Kays,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Divine Comedy,
Banda Bassotti,
Siglo XX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Colin Newman,
Moss Icon,
Easy Going,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Clarke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Sherman,
The Litter,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anakelly,
The Cowsills,
Q and Not U,
The Star Department,
Porter Ricks,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.