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 Kosovo and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar 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 Ohio Players to the electroclash 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neu!,
Blancmange,
Bobby Byrd,
David Axelrod,
Ice-T,
The Fugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Busters,
the Slits,
Rapeman,
Brick,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gabor Szabo,
Parry Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Toasters,
The Cramps,
Surgeon,
Robert Wyatt,
Pole,
Josef K,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smoke,
Pere Ubu,
The Litter,
Whodini,
The Birthday Party,
Fela Kuti,
X-101,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tim Buckley,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABBA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Little Man,
Severed Heads,
Lalann,
Drexciya,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Don Cherry,
Al Stewart,
Das Ding,
the Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
Zapp,
Nirvana,
The Walker Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New York Dolls,
Stereo Dub,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.