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 Romania and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aaron Thompson to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camberwell Now,
The Busters,
Steve Hackett,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lindisfarne,
The Golliwogs,
Cheater Slicks,
Quantec,
Monolake,
Qualms,
Q65,
Fear,
Harry Pussy,
Echospace,
Grey Daturas,
Fad Gadget,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wolf Eyes,
Vainqueur,
The Stooges,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amazonics,
Procol Harum,
The Fortunes,
Funky Four + One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Moon,
The Martian,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Certain Ratio,
Cecil Taylor,
New York Dolls,
Max Romeo,
Sparks,
Cymande,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quando Quango,
Sam Rivers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Youth Brigade,
The Associates,
Minutemen,
Rapeman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Can,
Fat Boys,
Excepter,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Sneak,
Wally Richardson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sight & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.