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 Belize 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Massinfluence to the grunge 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Fatback Band,
Flash Fearless,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
H. Thieme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magma,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare,
Wire,
Panda Bear,
Deakin,
The Angels of Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Moon,
Ituana,
E-Dancer,
Ludus,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Style,
Peter & Gordon,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
The Vogues,
Spandau Ballet,
John Foxx,
Can,
Pole,
Little Man,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sex Pistols,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mark Hollis,
Mandrill,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slackers,
The Slits,
Kayak,
Animal Collective,
Ultra Naté,
Glenn Branca,
Liliput,
John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ohio Players,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ten City,
Suburban Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
Patti Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anakelly,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.