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 Luxembourg and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 The Blackbyrds to the dance 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson 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?
the Germs,
JFA,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yazoo,
Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Terry,
Pussy Galore,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bad Manners,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doors,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sound,
The Techniques,
Tommy Roe,
The Golliwogs,
The Blues Magoos,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skriet,
The Move,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monks,
The Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sparks,
Flipper,
David McCallum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra,
Scan 7,
Prince Buster,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Pus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Duran Duran,
Black Moon,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Gang Dance,
These Immortal Souls,
Joyce Sims,
Ronnie Foster,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deakin,
Nik Kershaw,
Kas Product,
The Durutti Column,
Ossler,
Lucky Dragons,
Danielle Patucci,
FM Einheit,
Alice Coltrane,
Yaz,
Gang Green,
Inner City,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.