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 Portugal 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Sarah Menescal to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
Oblivians,
Dennis Brown,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacques Brel,
Drexciya,
Swans,
Outsiders,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Five Americans,
K-Klass,
Graham Central Station,
Carl Craig,
Eve St. Jones,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Womack,
The Cramps,
Babytalk,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül,
Barrington Levy,
Moebius,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Halsall,
The Birthday Party,
Blossom Toes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Interpol,
In Retrospect,
Mission of Burma,
Darondo,
MDC,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moody Blues,
The United States of America,
Nik Kershaw,
Arab on Radar,
Suicide,
Gong,
Goldenarms,
Kas Product,
FM Einheit,
Ohio Players,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacob Miller,
The Count Five,
Janne Schatter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soulsonic Force,
Alphaville,
The Neon Judgement,
David Axelrod,
Jerry's Kids,
Zapp,
The Searchers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mad Mike,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Misunderstood,
Panda Bear,
Slave,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.