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 Kiribati and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the punk 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Animal Collective,
E-Dancer,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fad Gadget,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ohio Players,
Liliput,
Desert Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Offenders,
New Order,
Echospace,
Pantytec,
Peter and Kerry,
Smog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dawn Penn,
Deepchord,
Mantronix,
Aural Exciters,
KRS-One,
The Pretty Things,
Mr. Review,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeff Mills,
Radiohead,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Five Americans,
The United States of America,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Interpol,
Lyres,
X-Ray Spex,
Scan 7,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crash Course in Science,
Pantaleimon,
Basic Channel,
Tommy Roe,
the Slits,
Skriet,
Radio Birdman,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
the Association,
EPMD,
The Monks,
JFA,
The Residents,
Barbara Tucker,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
kango's stein massive,
The Fugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.