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 Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the punk 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Roxette,
X-Ray Spex,
Fela Kuti,
Susan Cadogan,
Rosa Yemen,
Anthony Braxton,
The Seeds,
Urselle,
Brand Nubian,
The Fugs,
Bronski Beat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cybotron,
Althea and Donna,
Q65,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Pus,
The Five Americans,
David McCallum,
Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
Aural Exciters,
Pulsallama,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
K-Klass,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harmonia,
This Heat,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang of Four,
Piero Umiliani,
Marvin Gaye,
Swans,
U.S. Maple,
Buzzcocks,
Terry Callier,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Mills,
Kas Product,
Delta 5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quadrant,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Idris Muhammad,
Porter Ricks,
The Raincoats,
Scratch Acid,
Yazoo,
Von Mondo,
David Bowie,
L. Decosne,
The Red Krayola,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Depeche Mode,
Main Source,
Faraquet,
The Music Machine,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reagan Youth,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.