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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Arab on Radar to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Dead Boys,
AZ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Normal,
The Music Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wings,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Motions,
Pussy Galore,
Neu!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Althea and Donna,
The Searchers,
Davy DMX,
Mars,
Scott Walker,
Lightning Bolt,
Anthony Braxton,
T. Rex,
Ten City,
The Techniques,
Fear,
Black Flag,
The Blues Magoos,
Pulsallama,
Black Pus,
Scratch Acid,
Cheater Slicks,
Severed Heads,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun City Girls,
B.T. Express,
Rotary Connection,
Roger Hodgson,
Altered Images,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kayak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Panda Bear,
Accadde A,
Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Banda Bassotti,
Wasted Youth,
John Holt,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Mills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantaleimon,
Flash Fearless,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.