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 Paraguay 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Niagra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
48th St. Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Real Kids,
Skriet,
The Last Poets,
Metal Thangz,
Icehouse,
Aural Exciters,
Shuggie Otis,
The New Christs,
The Zeros,
Barry Ungar,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Doors,
Ohio Players,
the Association,
Robert Hood,
CMW,
The Golliwogs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Music Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris & Cosey,
Franke,
Half Japanese,
Rapeman,
John Lydon,
Quadrant,
Stiv Bators,
Graham Central Station,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Cameo,
Laurel Aitken,
Prince Buster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Stooges,
F. McDonald,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faust,
Lou Christie,
Section 25,
Siglo XX,
The Martian,
Underground Resistance,
Massinfluence,
Soul II Soul,
Isaac Hayes,
Minor Threat,
Make Up,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Byrd,
EPMD,
Das Ding,
Fluxion,
In Retrospect,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.