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 Andorra and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Durutti Column 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Fluxion,
Eddi Front,
Fat Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skaos,
Unrelated Segments,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fugs,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Saccharine Trust,
The Slackers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Starr,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glenn Branca,
Dual Sessions,
Arab on Radar,
Franke,
Junior Murvin,
Groovy Waters,
Dead Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Danielle Patucci,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bob Dylan,
Banda Bassotti,
Hot Snakes,
Schoolly D,
Smog,
Brand Nubian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Offenders,
Inner City,
Archie Shepp,
Maleditus Sound,
Kas Product,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bad Manners,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Womack,
Graham Central Station,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Von Mondo,
Idris Muhammad,
Warren Ellis,
Symarip,
Dave Gahan,
Man Parrish,
Mad Mike,
The Smoke,
Iggy Pop,
Niagra,
Cheater Slicks,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.