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 Syria and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
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 808 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 Todd Terry 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
A Certain Ratio,
Howard Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Outsiders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hot Snakes,
Sixth Finger,
MC5,
Nation of Ulysses,
Piero Umiliani,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantytec,
The Raincoats,
The Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Clarke,
June Days,
Pulsallama,
Lungfish,
Cecil Taylor,
Tears for Fears,
Yellowson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Royal Trux,
Kerri Chandler,
Barrington Levy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Order,
Joe Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Steve Hackett,
Second Layer,
Gichy Dan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vainqueur,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare,
B.T. Express,
PIL,
Nico,
Mo-Dettes,
Dave Gahan,
The Searchers,
Little Man,
Neu!,
The Grass Roots,
Leonard Cohen,
Pere Ubu,
Pierre Henry,
Echospace,
Motorama,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.