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 Sri Lanka and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Crispy Ambulance to the techno 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Schoolly D,
Donald Byrd,
The Fugs,
Agitation Free,
The Durutti Column,
The Searchers,
The Move,
Patti Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terry Callier,
PIL,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Isaac Hayes,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Byrd,
Altered Images,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blackbyrds,
The Music Machine,
The Doors,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Buckinghams,
Fad Gadget,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Enemy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Human League,
FM Einheit,
Section 25,
Max Romeo,
Half Japanese,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wolf Eyes,
Minnie Riperton,
Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mandrill,
Aloha Tigers,
Tom Boy,
The Count Five,
David McCallum,
Maleditus Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Animal Collective,
Scrapy,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Teasers,
Eli Mardock,
Rapeman,
Pantytec,
Nirvana,
Aswad,
Jawbox,
Amazonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.