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 Azerbaijan and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Slave to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Yusef Lateef,
Hasil Adkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Steve Hackett,
Scion,
Drexciya,
The Red Krayola,
Maurizio,
David Bowie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quantec,
Heaven 17,
Black Sheep,
Brick,
Basic Channel,
Loose Ends,
Ultra Naté,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Residents,
Aural Exciters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mission of Burma,
Inner City,
Theoretical Girls,
Urselle,
The Smiths,
The Stooges,
kango's stein massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grauzone,
Trumans Water,
Aaron Thompson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Alphaville,
Subhumans,
Duran Duran,
The Gun Club,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wire,
Roy Ayers,
Section 25,
Alton Ellis,
Black Flag,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABBA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Simply Red,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonic Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultravox,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Divine Comedy,
Warsaw,
Grey Daturas,
The Golliwogs,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.