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 Kuwait and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Donald Fagen 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 Panda Bear to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Bad Manners,
Boredoms,
the Sonics,
The Saints,
Tubeway Army,
Mo-Dettes,
Hardrive,
Gang Starr,
Cameo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Josef K,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultravox,
Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spoonie Gee,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fugazi,
The Vogues,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Bourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reagan Youth,
cv313,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Young Rascals,
Index,
John Holt,
Prince Buster,
Joey Negro,
Warsaw,
Brand Nubian,
Erasure,
Dawn Penn,
The Gun Club,
Roxette,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grauzone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Porter Ricks,
Ten City,
Skriet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Das Ding,
Lyres,
K-Klass,
The Fortunes,
The Techniques,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skaos,
Easy Going,
Piero Umiliani,
Unwound,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.