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 Taiwan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 MDC to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sonic Youth,
Inner City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Technova,
Arthur Verocai,
The Names,
Qualms,
Delon & Dalcan,
DNA,
D'Angelo,
The Fall,
Sparks,
Graham Central Station,
Juan Atkins,
Barry Ungar,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Desert Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Pretty Things,
Alison Limerick,
New York Dolls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
K-Klass,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kas Product,
The Mojo Men,
Ituana,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
Mad Mike,
Khruangbin,
10cc,
Guru Guru,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barbara Tucker,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masters at Work,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Charles Mingus,
Harmonia,
Trumans Water,
Judy Mowatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiopuhelimet,
OOIOO,
Bad Manners,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Loose Ends,
The Index,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.