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 Netherlands and from Hong Kong.
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 Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Scratch Acid to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Standells,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Excepter,
X-Ray Spex,
The Young Rascals,
Soul II Soul,
Yazoo,
Janne Schatter,
Sarah Menescal,
David McCallum,
Arthur Verocai,
Newcleus,
The Last Poets,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Germs,
Monolake,
Carl Craig,
Moby Grape,
Khruangbin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lyres,
Franke,
The Fuzztones,
Josef K,
Magma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maurizio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delta 5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Clarke,
Tres Demented,
Echospace,
Wings,
Steve Hackett,
Radio Birdman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aural Exciters,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra,
Nils Olav,
Danielle Patucci,
FM Einheit,
Make Up,
Accadde A,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.