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 Brazil and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 A Certain Ratio to the funk 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Funky Four + One,
Index,
Anakelly,
Ossler,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Adolescents,
Crooked Eye,
Dark Day,
The Fall,
The Slits,
The Saints,
Don Cherry,
Mantronix,
Marmalade,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dead C,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pagans,
Subhumans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Mills,
The Smiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wolf Eyes,
The Martian,
Ronnie Foster,
Porter Ricks,
Moebius,
Gichy Dan,
One Last Wish,
Deakin,
Scan 7,
Eric Dolphy,
Royal Trux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-101,
Neu!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Dennis Brown,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lungfish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
Blancmange,
Rosa Yemen,
Sugar Minott,
Reuben Wilson,
K-Klass,
Unrelated Segments,
Scientists,
cv313,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.