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 Paraguay and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Jesper Dahlback to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
The Fortunes,
Godley & Creme,
Davy DMX,
Warsaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
Livin' Joy,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Sherman,
Camouflage,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Animal Collective,
The Skatalites,
Archie Shepp,
The Tremeloes,
kango's stein massive,
Popol Vuh,
The Red Krayola,
Mad Mike,
The J.B.'s,
The Moody Blues,
Desert Stars,
Minutemen,
Lower 48,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funky Four + One,
Nick Fraelich,
Fluxion,
ABC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June Days,
Alice Coltrane,
The Motions,
Ludus,
Idris Muhammad,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smoke,
Public Enemy,
Slick Rick,
Deepchord,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Toni Rubio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DNA,
Excepter,
Japan,
David McCallum,
Eddi Front,
Dave Gahan,
Severed Heads,
Marvin Gaye,
Mission of Burma,
Nik Kershaw,
The Residents,
Trumans Water,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxette,
Bang On A Can,
Public Image Ltd.,
Negative Approach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.