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 Finland and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 X-102 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Ponytail,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tres Demented,
Von Mondo,
Barrington Levy,
Boredoms,
Iggy Pop,
Steve Hackett,
DNA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skaos,
Intrusion,
Moebius,
Banda Bassotti,
Sarah Menescal,
The Trojans,
Faust,
The Monochrome Set,
Con Funk Shun,
Mark Hollis,
Albert Ayler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gun Club,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry's Kids,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott Heron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Rundgren,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anakelly,
the Normal,
Loose Ends,
Cheater Slicks,
Susan Cadogan,
Can,
The Raincoats,
Babytalk,
Whodini,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oneida,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Teasers,
Visage,
Brass Construction,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Count Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Japan,
Theoretical Girls,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Starr,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers,
Skriet,
Leonard Cohen,
Aural Exciters,
Stiv Bators,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.