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 Zambia and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Gap Band to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Finger,
Goldenarms,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monks,
Lalann,
Crispian St. Peters,
Charles Mingus,
Ornette Coleman,
Trumans Water,
Aswad,
Boz Scaggs,
Minutemen,
The Move,
Pierre Henry,
Black Flag,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacques Brel,
Fat Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Joensuu 1685,
the Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Accadde A,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang of Four,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Wake,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blake Baxter,
Ronan,
Flipper,
Davy DMX,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-101,
Peter and Kerry,
Bauhaus,
Donald Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
CMW,
the Sonics,
Ultra Naté,
The Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Count Five,
John Holt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Evens,
Bootsy Collins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soulsonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.