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 Chad and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Duran Duran to the grime 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
Little Man,
The Wake,
Youth Brigade,
The American Breed,
Black Moon,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Excepter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABC,
Oneida,
Country Teasers,
The Zeros,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arab on Radar,
Rotary Connection,
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Rundgren,
Sarah Menescal,
Camberwell Now,
Maurizio,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wolf Eyes,
Interpol,
Robert Görl,
The J.B.'s,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
K-Klass,
Bobby Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zero Boys,
Howard Jones,
Intrusion,
Erasure,
Mark Hollis,
Das Ding,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry's Kids,
Minny Pops,
Barrington Levy,
The Searchers,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gong,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joensuu 1685,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Vogues,
Zapp,
Bad Manners,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.