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 Montenegro and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Wally Richardson to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Basic Channel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deakin,
Main Source,
The Kinks,
Peter & Gordon,
The Tremeloes,
Cluster,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
OOIOO,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aural Exciters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Near,
Symarip,
Alison Limerick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
Nas,
Wings,
L. Decosne,
Visage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Görl,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
Sight & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Radiohead,
Von Mondo,
Duran Duran,
Thompson Twins,
Massinfluence,
48th St. Collective,
John Lydon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Prince Buster,
The Golliwogs,
the Swans,
Can,
Parry Music,
The Blackbyrds,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Busters,
Chrome,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marcia Griffiths,
June of 44,
Wolf Eyes,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Little Man,
Judy Mowatt,
Glenn Branca,
The Angels of Light,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.