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 Gambia and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Babytalk to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Gong,
Lalann,
Groovy Waters,
Rites of Spring,
Depeche Mode,
Visage,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Searchers,
Chris & Cosey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nico,
Jawbox,
Urselle,
Isaac Hayes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Seeds,
The Busters,
Jerry's Kids,
Silicon Teens,
Surgeon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pantytec,
Nik Kershaw,
The Offenders,
Clear Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronan,
DJ Sneak,
The Beau Brummels,
Alison Limerick,
Average White Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Starr,
Sound Behaviour,
Boz Scaggs,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonic Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Mad Mike,
The Dead C,
Pantaleimon,
The Misunderstood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacob Miller,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Halsall,
Wally Richardson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moss Icon,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.