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 China and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Theoretical Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Pulsallama,
Eric Copeland,
World's Most,
Ludus,
Circle Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
Neu!,
Bill Wells,
Unrelated Segments,
Livin' Joy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
PIL,
Lightning Bolt,
Wire,
Fatback Band,
Dennis Brown,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joy Division,
Can,
Aural Exciters,
Slick Rick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Modern Lovers,
Icehouse,
Youth Brigade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yellowson,
Charles Mingus,
The Raincoats,
Pere Ubu,
Dead Boys,
The Moleskins,
Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
Von Mondo,
Roxy Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smoke,
Scion,
Grauzone,
the Swans,
Lalann,
The Doors,
Ornette Coleman,
John Lydon,
U.S. Maple,
The Dead C,
The Angels of Light,
Public Enemy,
Robert Wyatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delta 5,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Starr,
Prince Buster,
LL Cool J,
Arab on Radar,
kango's stein massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.