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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Walker Brothers to the electroclash 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Livin' Joy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jandek,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lungfish,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantaleimon,
Basic Channel,
The Kinks,
The Grass Roots,
Sex Pistols,
CMW,
Sonic Youth,
New York Dolls,
John Lydon,
Gong,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
48th St. Collective,
UT,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Hood,
In Retrospect,
Ken Boothe,
the Germs,
Niagra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blake Baxter,
The Fugs,
Eric Copeland,
Blancmange,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter and Kerry,
Thompson Twins,
The Searchers,
Gang of Four,
The Invisible,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Techniques,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Machine,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moebius,
Newcleus,
Khruangbin,
the Sonics,
The Zeros,
Surgeon,
Matthew Bourne,
Wings,
DJ Style,
The Buckinghams,
Nirvana,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swell Maps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pussy Galore,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.