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 Ghana and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 The Cure 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tres Demented,
Funkadelic,
Connie Case,
Rufus Thomas,
Television Personalities,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June Days,
Nick Fraelich,
The Slackers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Max Romeo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thee Headcoats,
Faust,
Moby Grape,
Niagra,
Harmonia,
Make Up,
the Swans,
John Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
Au Pairs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fat Boys,
The Evens,
Roger Hodgson,
Slick Rick,
Monks,
The Saints,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Prince Buster,
Qualms,
Terry Callier,
Gichy Dan,
ABBA,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy Collins,
Skaos,
The Sonics,
Henry Cow,
James White and The Blacks,
The Music Machine,
The Zeros,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aaron Thompson,
The Walker Brothers,
John Holt,
MC5,
The Gap Band,
Derrick May,
Infiniti,
The Techniques,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dead Boys,
Oneida,
The Moleskins,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.