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 Ukraine and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Robert Palmer 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers,
The Divine Comedy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
The Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Swans,
Schoolly D,
Technova,
Eric Dolphy,
Albert Ayler,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fugs,
Circle Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monolake,
MDC,
The Barracudas,
Blossom Toes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June Days,
Motorama,
Marmalade,
Matthew Halsall,
Oneida,
The Grass Roots,
Rod Modell,
The Litter,
The American Breed,
ABC,
David Axelrod,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drexciya,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radiohead,
Quantec,
Ten City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
LL Cool J,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Style,
Jeff Lynne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronan,
Joe Finger,
Public Enemy,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
L. Decosne,
T. Rex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Real Kids,
Mark Hollis,
Urselle,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.