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 Chile and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Kayak to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Parry Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angry Samoans,
Franke,
Lightning Bolt,
Interpol,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tubeway Army,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
The New Christs,
The Residents,
Janne Schatter,
Slave,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cameo,
Organ,
Outsiders,
Pere Ubu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Livin' Joy,
Erasure,
Joensuu 1685,
Stetsasonic,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MDC,
Spoonie Gee,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moleskins,
Nils Olav,
Fad Gadget,
Pulsallama,
Sugar Minott,
Bill Wells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
cv313,
Severed Heads,
Supertramp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bluetip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Foxx,
Camberwell Now,
Cheater Slicks,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Finger,
K-Klass,
Kerri Chandler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nirvana,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sight & Sound,
UT,
Stereo Dub,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.