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 Slovakia and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Susan Cadogan to the crunk 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
MC5,
Interpol,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stiv Bators,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young,
Fugazi,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Theoretical Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Wire,
The Star Department,
Terry Callier,
The Count Five,
Panda Bear,
Godley & Creme,
Index,
Motorama,
Metal Thangz,
The Knickerbockers,
Nas,
The Moleskins,
Ornette Coleman,
The Angels of Light,
Scratch Acid,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maurizio,
Monolake,
Inner City,
The Leaves,
Loose Ends,
Clear Light,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott Heron,
Subhumans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Litter,
Lower 48,
CMW,
DNA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Enemy,
Marine Girls,
H. Thieme,
The Birthday Party,
Organ,
Amon Düül,
LL Cool J,
Yusef Lateef,
Arcadia,
K-Klass,
Excepter,
Wolf Eyes,
The Stooges,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.