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 Libya and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Cramps to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lightning Bolt,
Byron Stingily,
Blossom Toes,
Warren Ellis,
cv313,
Liliput,
Crooked Eye,
X-101,
The Offenders,
Sandy B,
Joe Smooth,
Nils Olav,
Sex Pistols,
Glenn Branca,
Scion,
Pussy Galore,
Slick Rick,
the Germs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deepchord,
Minny Pops,
Danielle Patucci,
Babytalk,
Q65,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Halsall,
The Move,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drexciya,
Minor Threat,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Axelrod,
Livin' Joy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Technova,
The Moleskins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
Vainqueur,
Agitation Free,
A Certain Ratio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Teasers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funky Four + One,
Scan 7,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warsaw,
Circle Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Near,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anthony Braxton,
the Human League,
Crime,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.