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 Oman and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Audionom to the funk 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Banda Bassotti,
Lucky Dragons,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ossler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brass Construction,
Marvin Gaye,
Chrome,
Eric Dolphy,
Piero Umiliani,
Erasure,
Zapp,
Pylon,
MDC,
Idris Muhammad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultravox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eddi Front,
Moby Grape,
John Cale,
Don Cherry,
Aswad,
The Angels of Light,
The Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hardrive,
Outsiders,
Inner City,
Fatback Band,
The Remains,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terry Callier,
Accadde A,
Porter Ricks,
Pole,
Glenn Branca,
Gabor Szabo,
The Residents,
Man Parrish,
Urselle,
Rod Modell,
Supertramp,
A Certain Ratio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rotary Connection,
Rufus Thomas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Tommy Roe,
The Golliwogs,
Oblivians,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.