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 Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Rotary Connection to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The Residents,
Kerrie Biddell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terry Callier,
UT,
Brick,
Nirvana,
New Age Steppers,
Altered Images,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
Zapp,
Tommy Roe,
X-Ray Spex,
Kas Product,
Procol Harum,
Lou Christie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Adolescents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxette,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jacques Brel,
The Seeds,
Parry Music,
Porter Ricks,
Flipper,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Make Up,
The Sonics,
Warsaw,
Mission of Burma,
Man Eating Sloth,
E-Dancer,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Green,
Fugazi,
Dave Gahan,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Finger,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlback,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deepchord,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bush Tetras,
Visage,
Cheater Slicks,
Joey Negro,
Jawbox,
Maleditus Sound,
Carl Craig,
Minny Pops,
Josef K,
Q and Not U,
Charles Mingus,
Theoretical Girls,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.