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 Denmark 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Smiths to the rap 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
John Foxx,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monochrome Set,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Bourne,
Ludus,
LL Cool J,
the Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Leonard Cohen,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra,
Basic Channel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yaz,
Glenn Branca,
Howard Jones,
Aural Exciters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fela Kuti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scan 7,
Harry Pussy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Music Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Cal Tjader,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Excepter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultravox,
Pussy Galore,
Bauhaus,
Cymande,
Boz Scaggs,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Lynne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wolf Eyes,
Janne Schatter,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fuzztones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Green,
Ice-T,
Babytalk,
KRS-One,
The Cramps,
The Beau Brummels,
Tres Demented,
Sex Pistols,
Negative Approach,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dead C,
Derrick May,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.