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 Qatar and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dennis Brown to the punk 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
The Last Poets,
The Blues Magoos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cluster,
Harmonia,
Marine Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tom Boy,
H. Thieme,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Smooth,
Lower 48,
Michelle Simonal,
Yazoo,
EPMD,
Spandau Ballet,
Smog,
Derrick Morgan,
Depeche Mode,
Bob Dylan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Rundgren,
Faraquet,
Buzzcocks,
Carl Craig,
The New Christs,
The Stooges,
Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
Television Personalities,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dave Gahan,
Excepter,
Black Flag,
Model 500,
Sound Behaviour,
Sixth Finger,
Soul II Soul,
the Swans,
Thompson Twins,
New Order,
Slick Rick,
Panda Bear,
Outsiders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed,
The Count Five,
Make Up,
Fat Boys,
Quadrant,
John Coltrane,
Ponytail,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.