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 Zimbabwe and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Red Krayola to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
D'Angelo,
Lucky Dragons,
48th St. Collective,
Organ,
New Age Steppers,
10cc,
Joensuu 1685,
Aloha Tigers,
K-Klass,
Grey Daturas,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Copeland,
Eddi Front,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Lynne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Womack,
David Axelrod,
Gregory Isaacs,
LL Cool J,
Saccharine Trust,
Joy Division,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Japan,
Schoolly D,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
H. Thieme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bronski Beat,
The Sound,
Sparks,
Slick Rick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra,
The Gap Band,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fela Kuti,
Radiopuhelimet,
R.M.O.,
Eli Mardock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxy Music,
Brick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funkadelic,
Peter and Kerry,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.