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 the UAE and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Mojo Men to the punk 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Stiv Bators,
Slick Rick,
The Last Poets,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marmalade,
Bush Tetras,
Black Sheep,
The Gories,
Neu!,
The J.B.'s,
The Walker Brothers,
Can,
China Crisis,
Liliput,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The New Christs,
Yusef Lateef,
Warsaw,
Darondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantytec,
Nils Olav,
Idris Muhammad,
the Germs,
The Birthday Party,
Index,
Scott Walker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Loose Ends,
Lower 48,
Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mission of Burma,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul II Soul,
Black Flag,
Rosa Yemen,
Surgeon,
Traffic Nightmare,
48th St. Collective,
Kayak,
K-Klass,
Altered Images,
Nas,
The Gap Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Fraelich,
Lyres,
Angry Samoans,
Dead Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.