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 Maldives and from London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 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 David McCallum to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Quadrant,
The Misunderstood,
The Blues Magoos,
Lyres,
Rites of Spring,
Pantaleimon,
Roxette,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
Harmonia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
Quando Quango,
Todd Terry,
Glenn Branca,
Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter,
Kenny Larkin,
Ohio Players,
Soulsonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Iggy Pop,
Graham Central Station,
CMW,
Ronan,
The Standells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bob Dylan,
Sparks,
Television Personalities,
The Wake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Half Japanese,
The Remains,
Bad Manners,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Simply Red,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cymande,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sam Rivers,
PIL,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool Moe Dee,
U.S. Maple,
The Invisible,
The United States of America,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Residents,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mission of Burma,
Dennis Brown,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.