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 Kosovo and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Flash Fearless to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Sparks,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soulsonic Force,
Deadbeat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dave Gahan,
Ludus,
Angry Samoans,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Rites of Spring,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Arthur Verocai,
Cecil Taylor,
La Düsseldorf,
Tim Buckley,
Howard Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
Roxette,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Desert Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blancmange,
Oneida,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul II Soul,
The Barracudas,
Thompson Twins,
The Motions,
New Order,
Rufus Thomas,
David Axelrod,
Boz Scaggs,
Television Personalities,
The Gories,
UT,
Marine Girls,
Public Enemy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Buzzcocks,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Rundgren,
Scientists,
Lalann,
The Grass Roots,
Panda Bear,
Althea and Donna,
The Monochrome Set,
EPMD,
The Vogues,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.