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 Iceland and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 The Golliwogs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Theoretical Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Jacques Brel,
Donald Byrd,
Ten City,
Au Pairs,
Massinfluence,
The Birthday Party,
Drexciya,
The Doors,
Nas,
Royal Trux,
Outsiders,
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alphaville,
Spandau Ballet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick Morgan,
Mission of Burma,
Toni Rubio,
The American Breed,
Prince Buster,
Thee Headcoats,
Dennis Brown,
Sexual Harrassment,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ossler,
Vladislav Delay,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cymande,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donny Hathaway,
Altered Images,
The Move,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sandy B,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABC,
Jerry's Kids,
Arcadia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sugar Minott,
Fifty Foot Hose,
In Retrospect,
Skarface,
Stiv Bators,
Brand Nubian,
The Fall,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spoonie Gee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nils Olav,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.