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 Indonesia and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare 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 Eli Mardock to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monks,
Loose Ends,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scan 7,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
JFA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
Boogie Down Productions,
Second Layer,
Young Marble Giants,
Fluxion,
Fad Gadget,
The United States of America,
Black Bananas,
H. Thieme,
Das Ding,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Starr,
Lou Christie,
Siglo XX,
Smog,
Sonic Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Motorama,
Infiniti,
The Happenings,
Blancmange,
Lalann,
Dual Sessions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rites of Spring,
Animal Collective,
Marine Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
Mo-Dettes,
Slick Rick,
kango's stein massive,
the Normal,
The Buckinghams,
China Crisis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deakin,
Jacques Brel,
Tim Buckley,
These Immortal Souls,
Crime,
London Community Gospel Choir,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fortunes,
Sight & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Pierre Henry,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Evens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Music Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.