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 Slovenia and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Gang Starr to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Hill,
Malaria!,
One Last Wish,
Audionom,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eddi Front,
The Leaves,
Althea and Donna,
Ken Boothe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jawbox,
Sandy B,
Glenn Branca,
Eurythmics,
Crime,
Godley & Creme,
Minny Pops,
The Doors,
This Heat,
The Remains,
Lou Reed,
Blossom Toes,
Duran Duran,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T. Rex,
Flipper,
Joe Finger,
The Move,
Minnie Riperton,
LL Cool J,
Fela Kuti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moody Blues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
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Blake Baxter,
Liliput,
Mo-Dettes,
Albert Ayler,
Pagans,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Terry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eve St. Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
Talk Talk,
Au Pairs,
Pantytec,
Joyce Sims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalann,
Fad Gadget,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
48th St. Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.