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 Solomon Islands and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Holger Czukay 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 Shadows of Knight to the rock 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Nik Kershaw,
Flipper,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magma,
Darondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cecil Taylor,
The Vogues,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suburban Knight,
Davy DMX,
Unwound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Excepter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Misunderstood,
Carl Craig,
Symarip,
Aaron Thompson,
Jandek,
Stetsasonic,
The Wake,
Dual Sessions,
Soulsonic Force,
Deakin,
Scott Walker,
Robert Wyatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lebanon Hanover,
Section 25,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Count Five,
Duran Duran,
Electric Light Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
David Bowie,
Malaria!,
The Motions,
The Birthday Party,
The Gories,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quantec,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doors,
Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
Talk Talk,
Joy Division,
Marcia Griffiths,
Schoolly D,
Rekid,
Basic Channel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.