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 Egypt and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Judy Mowatt to the funk 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cluster,
Zapp,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gladiators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zero Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Urselle,
Chris & Cosey,
Dead Boys,
Amazonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Harmonia,
Ultra Naté,
Skarface,
Faust,
Blossom Toes,
Joey Negro,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dennis Brown,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Vainqueur,
Eve St. Jones,
Steve Hackett,
Suicide,
Michelle Simonal,
Aswad,
Pole,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Enemy,
Bad Manners,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masters at Work,
Be Bop Deluxe,
This Heat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-Ray Spex,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Sneak,
H. Thieme,
Liliput,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
Sister Nancy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agent Orange,
Toni Rubio,
Ituana,
The Fuzztones,
Danielle Patucci,
The Invisible,
Scion,
Pantytec,
Lou Christie,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.