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 Luxembourg and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ten City,
Al Stewart,
Outsiders,
Au Pairs,
the Bar-Kays,
Sandy B,
Black Pus,
Ice-T,
Altered Images,
Althea and Donna,
Motorama,
Von Mondo,
Yusef Lateef,
Pussy Galore,
Patti Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Terry,
The Leaves,
Arab on Radar,
MDC,
New Order,
Leonard Cohen,
The Golliwogs,
Babytalk,
Television Personalities,
Gichy Dan,
Black Sheep,
Ponytail,
Swell Maps,
Nik Kershaw,
Reagan Youth,
June Days,
The Cowsills,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anakelly,
Erykah Badu,
Michelle Simonal,
Saccharine Trust,
the Human League,
PIL,
Gang Green,
Brothers Johnson,
John Holt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Panda Bear,
Das Ding,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deadbeat,
Fela Kuti,
The United States of America,
Royal Trux,
Metal Thangz,
Zapp,
Visage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zero Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Hoover,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.