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 Cape Verde and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minny Pops to the funk 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Warsaw,
Public Enemy,
The Techniques,
Darondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Con Funk Shun,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantaleimon,
Chrome,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yaz,
Procol Harum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
David Axelrod,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ituana,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers,
Popol Vuh,
The Fortunes,
The Leaves,
Brass Construction,
The Real Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Tim Buckley,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gabor Szabo,
The Barracudas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brothers Johnson,
Pulsallama,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swans,
Alton Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
Gong,
Todd Rundgren,
Niagra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ludus,
Fatback Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Starr,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
The Residents,
Janne Schatter,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultravox,
Soulsonic Force,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.