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 Belize and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arcadia to the grunge 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Clear Light,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tubeway Army,
Sonic Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Malaria!,
Symarip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Bowie,
Q and Not U,
H. Thieme,
Arab on Radar,
Fugazi,
Goldenarms,
Livin' Joy,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Index,
Dark Day,
Isaac Hayes,
ABBA,
Erasure,
Rotary Connection,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Section 25,
The Fall,
The Cowsills,
Spandau Ballet,
Bauhaus,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
48th St. Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Freddie Wadling,
Banda Bassotti,
Adolescents,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doors,
Saccharine Trust,
Mo-Dettes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Wells,
Faust,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Parrish,
Skarface,
Girls At Our Best!,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.