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 Mali and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Traffic Nightmare to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Au Pairs,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Bananas,
Ossler,
the Association,
Eric Copeland,
Main Source,
Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
Minor Threat,
Roxette,
Youth Brigade,
Rapeman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
D'Angelo,
Simply Red,
The Misunderstood,
Hardrive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cameo,
Barry Ungar,
Heaven 17,
Das Ding,
The Tremeloes,
Pantaleimon,
Skriet,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crash Course in Science,
Wire,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cal Tjader,
Barbara Tucker,
Bush Tetras,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare,
the Germs,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Golliwogs,
Moby Grape,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wasted Youth,
Dead Boys,
Ludus,
The Searchers,
Hasil Adkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Malaria!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
F. McDonald,
Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.