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 Mali and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 AZ to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers,
Magma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Audionom,
Nik Kershaw,
Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Wyatt,
The Names,
Lungfish,
Swans,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cheater Slicks,
Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül,
Peter and Kerry,
Duran Duran,
Von Mondo,
The Litter,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker,
Bad Manners,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Ludus,
Icehouse,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gong,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mantronix,
Public Enemy,
Scion,
Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
Drexciya,
Zero Boys,
Black Pus,
The Moleskins,
The Index,
Dennis Brown,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skarface,
Erykah Badu,
Depeche Mode,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Newcleus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Selecter,
Idris Muhammad,
Barbara Tucker,
Albert Ayler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.