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 Comoros and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Durutti Column 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sister Nancy,
Liliput,
Adolescents,
Toni Rubio,
The Associates,
Nas,
Second Layer,
David Bowie,
Q65,
Camberwell Now,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Bourne,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalann,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
Oneida,
The Offenders,
Lucky Dragons,
Sam Rivers,
Mars,
Moby Grape,
The Neon Judgement,
Animal Collective,
Underground Resistance,
The Trojans,
MC5,
Bobby Sherman,
PIL,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
Desert Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Livin' Joy,
The Wake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-102,
Agent Orange,
Absolute Body Control,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
Eli Mardock,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Gang Dance,
JFA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zapp,
The Angels of Light,
Sixth Finger,
China Crisis,
Lungfish,
Throbbing Gristle,
E-Dancer,
The Blues Magoos,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.