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 Kosovo and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Foxx to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Halsall,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dawn Penn,
The Beau Brummels,
The Index,
U.S. Maple,
the Slits,
Hardrive,
FM Einheit,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Stooges,
Hasil Adkins,
Morten Harket,
Judy Mowatt,
Radio Birdman,
Joey Negro,
the Bar-Kays,
Marmalade,
Easy Going,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cameo,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
Eden Ahbez,
The Young Rascals,
Sällskapet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Carl Craig,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Hood,
The Cramps,
Quadrant,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris & Cosey,
Monks,
Half Japanese,
Sun City Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Clear Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yellowson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lakeside,
China Crisis,
Zero Boys,
World's Most,
Average White Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Association,
New Age Steppers,
Drexciya,
Roxy Music,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.