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 Turkmenistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Thee Headcoats to the disco 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Nico,
Ituana,
Duran Duran,
Pylon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Velvet Underground,
OOIOO,
Crooked Eye,
Blossom Toes,
Eli Mardock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter & Gordon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zapp,
Mission of Burma,
Bob Dylan,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Charles Mingus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Model 500,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Golliwogs,
Simply Red,
Sound Behaviour,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cowsills,
The Tremeloes,
Mad Mike,
Dual Sessions,
Das Ding,
The Cramps,
X-Ray Spex,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Halsall,
JFA,
Minnie Riperton,
Easy Going,
A Certain Ratio,
Motorama,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Scion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quantec,
Ronan,
The Martian,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Green,
Scratch Acid,
The New Christs,
Dead Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Fugazi,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Sheep,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.