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 the UAE and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Parry Music to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Blossom Toes,
The Stooges,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hashim,
Hasil Adkins,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zero Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Patti Smith,
Ponytail,
World's Most,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
Nation of Ulysses,
Essential Logic,
Sex Pistols,
Kas Product,
The Birthday Party,
Circle Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
Rekid,
The Buckinghams,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Buzzcocks,
Suicide,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aural Exciters,
Piero Umiliani,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lower 48,
The Golliwogs,
Maurizio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Eurythmics,
Sparks,
Hot Snakes,
Rapeman,
The Blues Magoos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Royal Trux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T. Rex,
Roxette,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camouflage,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.