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 Kuwait and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Graham Central Station to the jazz 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed,
Amazonics,
Charles Mingus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mr. Review,
Pantytec,
Magma,
Duran Duran,
Lower 48,
The United States of America,
Tommy Roe,
Slick Rick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gories,
The Toasters,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Massinfluence,
Kayak,
Roger Hodgson,
Procol Harum,
E-Dancer,
The Gun Club,
The Techniques,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Flash Fearless,
the Bar-Kays,
Deepchord,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ornette Coleman,
Theoretical Girls,
Skarface,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rod Modell,
Donald Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
Flipper,
Soft Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Fraelich,
Loose Ends,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Glenn Branca,
The Last Poets,
Wings,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonny Sharrock,
T. Rex,
Yaz,
Drexciya,
U.S. Maple,
Lungfish,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.