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 Malawi 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Michelle Simonal to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pole,
The Mummies,
Adolescents,
Fela Kuti,
The Blues Magoos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cal Tjader,
Fort Wilson Riot,
kango's stein massive,
Radiohead,
Porter Ricks,
Bang On A Can,
Fluxion,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun City Girls,
Sight & Sound,
the Normal,
Charles Mingus,
Drexciya,
The Modern Lovers,
Underground Resistance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fear,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masters at Work,
Ronan,
Bobby Womack,
The Music Machine,
Babytalk,
David McCallum,
The Busters,
Kurtis Blow,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Half Japanese,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
Joey Negro,
Visage,
Howard Jones,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Hood,
Lou Christie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
B.T. Express,
48th St. Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Connie Case,
Negative Approach,
The Toasters,
The Smoke,
Duran Duran,
The Slackers,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.