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 Mongolia and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 Bobby Byrd to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Suicide,
Soul Sonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Q and Not U,
Warsaw,
Bobby Womack,
Pagans,
Jerry's Kids,
X-102,
A Certain Ratio,
Fatback Band,
Max Romeo,
Mo-Dettes,
Wings,
Absolute Body Control,
Scratch Acid,
David McCallum,
The J.B.'s,
Sex Pistols,
The Evens,
Derrick May,
LL Cool J,
The Happenings,
Fad Gadget,
Quantec,
Maurizio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jandek,
Q65,
Nick Fraelich,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ponytail,
Ossler,
The Music Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Niagra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sarah Menescal,
The Raincoats,
Ludus,
Hot Snakes,
Visage,
Amon Düül II,
Icehouse,
The Selecter,
Rekid,
June of 44,
Blake Baxter,
Surgeon,
Grauzone,
The Fall,
The Mojo Men,
Terrestrial Tones,
Urselle,
Ohio Players,
Easy Going,
Black Moon,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.