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 Tajikistan and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Man Eating Sloth to the rock 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Roxette,
Hasil Adkins,
Henry Cow,
Lucky Dragons,
Bob Dylan,
Boz Scaggs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Clarke,
the Human League,
Lungfish,
Eden Ahbez,
a-ha,
Desert Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
Brass Construction,
the Association,
Ituana,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Terry,
Gang Green,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rosa Yemen,
The Techniques,
Television Personalities,
Hot Snakes,
Cecil Taylor,
Joey Negro,
Index,
Scott Walker,
Todd Rundgren,
Mission of Burma,
The Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-101,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bill Wells,
Neil Young,
Cluster,
The Moody Blues,
Mr. Review,
The J.B.'s,
The Moleskins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rites of Spring,
The Doors,
Rufus Thomas,
Anthony Braxton,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Lynne,
Bad Manners,
Barbara Tucker,
Half Japanese,
Marvin Gaye,
Vainqueur,
Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.