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 Tuvalu and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Foxx to the grime 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Newcleus,
Swell Maps,
Flipper,
the Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mummies,
Ultra Naté,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rod Modell,
Erykah Badu,
Brothers Johnson,
Steve Hackett,
Hashim,
Rufus Thomas,
Q65,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Altered Images,
Inner City,
Harry Pussy,
Scrapy,
Ten City,
Funkadelic,
Skaos,
Throbbing Gristle,
LL Cool J,
Eric Dolphy,
Qualms,
Donny Hathaway,
This Heat,
Underground Resistance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
Minny Pops,
Unwound,
Bad Manners,
Adolescents,
Camberwell Now,
Bob Dylan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lyres,
The Zeros,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Searchers,
John Holt,
Livin' Joy,
Country Teasers,
Anakelly,
10cc,
Jerry's Kids,
Althea and Donna,
The Blackbyrds,
Monolake,
Severed Heads,
The Knickerbockers,
Little Man,
Black Pus,
Connie Case,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.