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 Uzbekistan and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Alton Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
Black Flag,
Davy DMX,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joey Negro,
Eric B and Rakim,
Patti Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Interpol,
Tim Buckley,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maurizio,
R.M.O.,
Simply Red,
Dual Sessions,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cramps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bob Dylan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tom Boy,
China Crisis,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Vogues,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dennis Brown,
The Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alphaville,
Blancmange,
Letta Mbulu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Symarip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Human League,
Henry Cow,
This Heat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Motions,
MC5,
The Mummies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scion,
Angry Samoans,
Lower 48,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vainqueur,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Buckinghams,
Buzzcocks,
The Gories,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.