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 Chile and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Rakim to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
The Move,
R.M.O.,
Magma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ornette Coleman,
Donny Hathaway,
Eurythmics,
Cheater Slicks,
The Remains,
T. Rex,
Amon Düül,
Ronan,
Von Mondo,
Ten City,
Groovy Waters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Technova,
Bauhaus,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Age Steppers,
Pylon,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Style,
Surgeon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
Lyres,
Terry Callier,
The Saints,
Skaos,
Scion,
Neu!,
Unwound,
Avey Tare,
Prince Buster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June Days,
Flash Fearless,
Theoretical Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pussy Galore,
Juan Atkins,
Marine Girls,
Ludus,
Lower 48,
The Residents,
The Standells,
The Kinks,
Alton Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultravox,
Glambeats Corp.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camberwell Now,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The American Breed,
Jeff Lynne,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.