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 Chad and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 DJ Sneak to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Andrew Hill,
Silicon Teens,
Camberwell Now,
Negative Approach,
One Last Wish,
Lungfish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiopuhelimet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rakim,
The Gladiators,
The Invisible,
The Residents,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Porter Ricks,
David Axelrod,
the Normal,
Chris Corsano,
Reagan Youth,
Deakin,
Q65,
Rosa Yemen,
LL Cool J,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Organ,
Scientists,
Albert Ayler,
The Names,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Görl,
Harry Pussy,
Fat Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Ornette Coleman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Morten Harket,
Lower 48,
Howard Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
Fugazi,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Modern Lovers,
Harmonia,
Flash Fearless,
The Misunderstood,
The Buckinghams,
Steve Hackett,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Age Steppers,
Loose Ends,
Ten City,
the Slits,
Joey Negro,
The Red Krayola,
Flamin' Groovies,
Newcleus,
The Fuzztones,
Cluster,
Niagra,
Kayak,
Soft Machine,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.