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 Honduras and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sight & Sound to the rock 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Depeche Mode,
Basic Channel,
Country Teasers,
Underground Resistance,
Swell Maps,
Can,
Aloha Tigers,
The New Christs,
Dennis Brown,
Bluetip,
The Cowsills,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Womack,
Anthony Braxton,
PIL,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Sheep,
Slick Rick,
Half Japanese,
cv313,
The Index,
The Velvet Underground,
Oneida,
Gabor Szabo,
Franke,
Faraquet,
Sound Behaviour,
Flamin' Groovies,
Panda Bear,
Ken Boothe,
The Litter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pere Ubu,
Archie Shepp,
June Days,
Minny Pops,
Organ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cameo,
The American Breed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Inner City,
Ohio Players,
Sam Rivers,
MC5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalann,
10cc,
The Blues Magoos,
Stiv Bators,
Cheater Slicks,
The Vogues,
The Offenders,
Gang Starr,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.