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 Poland and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sexual Harrassment to the dance 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
LL Cool J,
Camouflage,
Flash Fearless,
Pussy Galore,
The United States of America,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
Ten City,
The Victims,
The Techniques,
The Moleskins,
The Searchers,
Lucky Dragons,
Visage,
Absolute Body Control,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mantronix,
Average White Band,
The Offenders,
Accadde A,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anthony Braxton,
Stereo Dub,
One Last Wish,
Fatback Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül II,
Vladislav Delay,
Danielle Patucci,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cal Tjader,
Moebius,
Kevin Saunderson,
Funky Four + One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blancmange,
Dual Sessions,
June Days,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monolake,
The Gladiators,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kayak,
Junior Murvin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Los Fastidios,
Youth Brigade,
Basic Channel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DNA,
John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.