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 Namibia and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Sister Nancy,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra,
Arcadia,
The Victims,
Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
Scrapy,
Robert Görl,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Das Ding,
Pylon,
Ten City,
the Germs,
DJ Style,
Sarah Menescal,
Ludus,
Black Moon,
The Knickerbockers,
Lakeside,
DJ Sneak,
Pole,
The Busters,
The Zeros,
Basic Channel,
Mission of Burma,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Sherman,
Ornette Coleman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erykah Badu,
K-Klass,
Pantytec,
Intrusion,
Black Sheep,
Livin' Joy,
Donald Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dark Day,
Rites of Spring,
David Bowie,
Flipper,
Hasil Adkins,
The Trojans,
Au Pairs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Axelrod,
Silicon Teens,
The Sonics,
Skarface,
Slick Rick,
the Human League,
Bauhaus,
Agent Orange,
Clear Light,
Barry Ungar,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.