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 Ivory Coast and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 World's Most to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Desert Stars,
Excepter,
Mandrill,
Henry Cow,
Nirvana,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Selecter,
Hashim,
Half Japanese,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warren Ellis,
Oblivians,
Pagans,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
Maleditus Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
Heaven 17,
Peter and Kerry,
Inner City,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
MDC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kenny Larkin,
KRS-One,
Patti Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Michelle Simonal,
The Grass Roots,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Judy Mowatt,
The Slackers,
Sandy B,
The Red Krayola,
Khruangbin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boz Scaggs,
Eve St. Jones,
John Foxx,
Derrick Morgan,
Camberwell Now,
Brass Construction,
Fear,
Derrick May,
the Sonics,
David Axelrod,
The Gories,
Jandek,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.