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 South Africa and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Von Mondo to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The J.B.'s,
Skriet,
Black Moon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Graham Central Station,
Radio Birdman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Offenders,
X-102,
Alton Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slave,
Robert Hood,
the Germs,
The Dead C,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Surgeon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Inner City,
Joey Negro,
Harry Pussy,
Lucky Dragons,
Livin' Joy,
Toni Rubio,
The Buckinghams,
The Move,
Sällskapet,
Godley & Creme,
Terry Callier,
Bizarre Inc.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flipper,
Intrusion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Desert Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Warren Ellis,
Shuggie Otis,
Freddie Wadling,
The Wake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Silicon Teens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Half Japanese,
Pere Ubu,
The Invisible,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
Althea and Donna,
Buzzcocks,
The Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Bluetip,
Country Teasers,
The Angels of Light,
Franke,
The Skatalites,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.