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 Turkmenistan and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Metal Thangz to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The Slackers,
Carl Craig,
DNA,
Brand Nubian,
The Toasters,
The Cowsills,
Porter Ricks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Techniques,
Gerry Rafferty,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxy Music,
Moebius,
The Music Machine,
Technova,
The Evens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Boredoms,
Shoche,
Freddie Wadling,
The Wake,
Can,
Jacques Brel,
The Remains,
Roxette,
The Human League,
Skaos,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sugar Minott,
Slave,
Oneida,
Skarface,
Pharoah Sanders,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mojo Men,
Oblivians,
John Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
Surgeon,
Brass Construction,
Essential Logic,
Audionom,
Jawbox,
the Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joey Negro,
Public Enemy,
Marvin Gaye,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marmalade,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers,
Newcleus,
ABC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.