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 Botswana and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Bush Tetras to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Television Personalities,
The Victims,
Masters at Work,
Morten Harket,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slave,
The Durutti Column,
Arab on Radar,
Bob Dylan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Guru Guru,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Silicon Teens,
Spoonie Gee,
Talk Talk,
Q65,
Beasts of Bourbon,
R.M.O.,
The Fall,
Todd Terry,
Underground Resistance,
Magma,
The Beau Brummels,
Easy Going,
The Martian,
Mandrill,
Bluetip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
The Standells,
Charles Mingus,
World's Most,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Colin Newman,
Lower 48,
New Order,
Michelle Simonal,
X-102,
Letta Mbulu,
EPMD,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Byron Stingily,
Unwound,
Chris Corsano,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Audionom,
Tres Demented,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric Dolphy,
Loose Ends,
Gang Gang Dance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Carl Craig,
Glenn Branca,
Q and Not U,
Schoolly D,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.