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 Russia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 In Retrospect to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Fad Gadget,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Wyatt,
These Immortal Souls,
Bootsy Collins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faraquet,
Tears for Fears,
The Five Americans,
China Crisis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deakin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Depeche Mode,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
Tommy Roe,
Television,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Index,
Cluster,
Wolf Eyes,
Subhumans,
Nils Olav,
The Doors,
Man Parrish,
JFA,
The Fugs,
Shuggie Otis,
Alphaville,
The Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronnie Foster,
Dave Gahan,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül II,
Flipper,
Bad Manners,
Trumans Water,
Moby Grape,
The Red Krayola,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Hood,
Q and Not U,
Guru Guru,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Clear Light,
Wire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bush Tetras,
Pere Ubu,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Womack,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.