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 Gabon and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 A Certain Ratio to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cure,
Livin' Joy,
Ken Boothe,
Moebius,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Los Fastidios,
Kerri Chandler,
Colin Newman,
The Offenders,
Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skaos,
Susan Cadogan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Darondo,
Byron Stingily,
Banda Bassotti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swans,
Ituana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angry Samoans,
Tom Boy,
Rhythm & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Golliwogs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
Jawbox,
Supertramp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül,
Urselle,
Moby Grape,
The Mummies,
Dual Sessions,
The Zeros,
Quantec,
Siglo XX,
U.S. Maple,
Sun City Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-102,
Erasure,
The Kinks,
Fatback Band,
Sister Nancy,
The J.B.'s,
Kas Product,
Thompson Twins,
Youth Brigade,
The American Breed,
Dave Gahan,
Stereo Dub,
Kenny Larkin,
La Düsseldorf,
Crooked Eye,
Can,
The Tremeloes,
The Slackers,
The Litter,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.