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 Saudi Arabia and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Surgeon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Smooth,
Scrapy,
Procol Harum,
The Five Americans,
Inner City,
The Trojans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slick Rick,
Icehouse,
The Victims,
Judy Mowatt,
Pantaleimon,
Harmonia,
Nirvana,
DJ Style,
Can,
Colin Newman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Velvet Underground,
Echospace,
Tres Demented,
Ronan,
Fluxion,
Pantytec,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonic Youth,
John Lydon,
Ultra Naté,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Seeds,
LL Cool J,
Scratch Acid,
These Immortal Souls,
Popol Vuh,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ituana,
Lower 48,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fatback Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bluetip,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
Y Pants,
Jandek,
David McCallum,
The Angels of Light,
Wire,
X-102,
Hashim,
Soulsonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
Guru Guru,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.