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 Libya and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 X-Ray Spex to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
UT,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-101,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gabor Szabo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Angels of Light,
Talk Talk,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fuzztones,
Barrington Levy,
Make Up,
The Doors,
Sam Rivers,
Slave,
Simply Red,
Eve St. Jones,
Rod Modell,
David McCallum,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Rundgren,
The Tremeloes,
L. Decosne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mojo Men,
Slick Rick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aloha Tigers,
cv313,
Moby Grape,
Hasil Adkins,
Bob Dylan,
Negative Approach,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Schoolly D,
Fugazi,
The Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Mark Hollis,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ludus,
The Blackbyrds,
Nico,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Silicon Teens,
Camberwell Now,
Technova,
CMW,
The Index,
Black Pus,
Pylon,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.