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 Ecuador and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Anthony Braxton to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Al Stewart,
Soft Cell,
Darondo,
The Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
Average White Band,
Section 25,
The Busters,
Funky Four + One,
Popol Vuh,
Khruangbin,
John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Wyatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swell Maps,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Terry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monolake,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ohio Players,
Guru Guru,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marvin Gaye,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Hill,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kaleidoscope,
The Toasters,
The Residents,
Lou Reed,
Fad Gadget,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boredoms,
Young Marble Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
Mad Mike,
Flamin' Groovies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers,
Thompson Twins,
CMW,
Amon Düül,
Schoolly D,
The J.B.'s,
Lee Hazlewood,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.