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 Nigeria and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joy Division to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bush Tetras,
La Düsseldorf,
Blancmange,
Wire,
E-Dancer,
Skaos,
Loose Ends,
Quantec,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cure,
OOIOO,
Average White Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Can,
B.T. Express,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cecil Taylor,
The Vogues,
One Last Wish,
Rotary Connection,
Severed Heads,
A Certain Ratio,
Theoretical Girls,
Nirvana,
The Buckinghams,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker,
Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
Sällskapet,
Tres Demented,
Scratch Acid,
Tommy Roe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Human League,
Sister Nancy,
Don Cherry,
Deadbeat,
the Bar-Kays,
David Bowie,
Soft Machine,
Flipper,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris Corsano,
Easy Going,
Groovy Waters,
Fat Boys,
The Slits,
Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick May,
Von Mondo,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.