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 Croatia and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 MC5 to the grime 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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Style,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bad Manners,
Clear Light,
Danielle Patucci,
The Angels of Light,
The Cramps,
Kaleidoscope,
Pierre Henry,
Alison Limerick,
Sexual Harrassment,
cv313,
Harmonia,
Wally Richardson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young,
Monks,
Al Stewart,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Moleskins,
The Offenders,
Reagan Youth,
Vainqueur,
Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Buckinghams,
Qualms,
Fatback Band,
The Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harry Pussy,
The Blues Magoos,
Schoolly D,
CMW,
John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
John Holt,
Absolute Body Control,
Second Layer,
The Invisible,
China Crisis,
Audionom,
Delon & Dalcan,
Whodini,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joyce Sims,
Underground Resistance,
Man Parrish,
Jacob Miller,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gladiators,
Sister Nancy,
Crispy Ambulance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.