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 Ukraine 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 KRS-One to the funk 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The Mojo Men,
Babytalk,
CMW,
Al Stewart,
New York Dolls,
Skarface,
The Birthday Party,
Alton Ellis,
Loose Ends,
Infiniti,
Saccharine Trust,
Janne Schatter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Funky Four + One,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Almond,
Wally Richardson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Circle Jerks,
Massinfluence,
Public Enemy,
Agent Orange,
Don Cherry,
Black Flag,
Frankie Knuckles,
Motorama,
Bobby Womack,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Tremeloes,
Stetsasonic,
Niagra,
Section 25,
Pere Ubu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dave Gahan,
Joyce Sims,
Harry Pussy,
U.S. Maple,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris & Cosey,
The Real Kids,
The Last Poets,
The Techniques,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Holt,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doors,
Unrelated Segments,
Rosa Yemen,
Derrick May,
Bad Manners,
Cluster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.