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 Qatar and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 8 Eyed Spy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Victims 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Kenny Larkin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ten City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
AZ,
Intrusion,
Unwound,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Clarke,
Ponytail,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Green,
Alison Limerick,
The Invisible,
Dawn Penn,
Eden Ahbez,
Vladislav Delay,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Normal,
Tears for Fears,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Order,
Robert Hood,
The Red Krayola,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Duran Duran,
EPMD,
Sonic Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mummies,
the Slits,
Sam Rivers,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Janne Schatter,
Cameo,
Jeff Lynne,
Interpol,
Cybotron,
Monolake,
Mission of Burma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Terry,
Faust,
Traffic Nightmare,
Malaria!,
Delta 5,
Archie Shepp,
Terry Callier,
X-101,
Hardrive,
the Germs,
The Wake,
Andrew Hill,
Pylon,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.