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 Barbados and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Sister Nancy to the crunk 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash,
Animal Collective,
The Selecter,
Inner City,
The United States of America,
Black Sheep,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Sherman,
Metal Thangz,
The Remains,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sparks,
the Sonics,
Monolake,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Germs,
Rekid,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fall,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rapeman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
UT,
Pantytec,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker,
Model 500,
ABBA,
Leonard Cohen,
Barbara Tucker,
X-102,
Arab on Radar,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultravox,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lucky Dragons,
Echospace,
Bobby Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
Archie Shepp,
Peter & Gordon,
Young Marble Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Mills,
Second Layer,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slits,
Mr. Review,
Eddi Front,
the Normal,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doors,
Nas,
The Misunderstood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.