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 Laos and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Charles Mingus to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Duran Duran,
The Grass Roots,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Pus,
Wire,
Bobby Byrd,
David McCallum,
Shoche,
Severed Heads,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blackbyrds,
Fugazi,
Flash Fearless,
Soulsonic Force,
Erasure,
Althea and Donna,
Scrapy,
Dorothy Ashby,
UT,
The Techniques,
Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes,
Barry Ungar,
Slick Rick,
Spoonie Gee,
Fad Gadget,
Section 25,
Mars,
Matthew Halsall,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Sherman,
Unrelated Segments,
The Angels of Light,
John Holt,
The Real Kids,
Archie Shepp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gap Band,
The Names,
Fela Kuti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funky Four + One,
The Red Krayola,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Motions,
K-Klass,
Wasted Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lyres,
the Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
Youth Brigade,
Half Japanese,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sällskapet,
Panda Bear,
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.