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 Suriname and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the grunge 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
R.M.O.,
Deadbeat,
KRS-One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Piero Umiliani,
The Human League,
MDC,
Grey Daturas,
The Smoke,
Blancmange,
Khruangbin,
The Fugs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Japan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tears for Fears,
Howard Jones,
Robert Hood,
The Music Machine,
Second Layer,
One Last Wish,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donald Byrd,
Organ,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anakelly,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Metal Thangz,
Minor Threat,
The Knickerbockers,
New Age Steppers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Moody Blues,
Basic Channel,
Babytalk,
Bob Dylan,
Scratch Acid,
David Bowie,
New Order,
Ituana,
Section 25,
Half Japanese,
Pere Ubu,
Eden Ahbez,
Rites of Spring,
the Germs,
Main Source,
Magma,
Scion,
Joe Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.