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 Guatemala and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roy Ayers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
The Count Five,
FM Einheit,
Davy DMX,
The Gories,
ABC,
Panda Bear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
This Heat,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Terry,
Outsiders,
Ohio Players,
Visage,
Barrington Levy,
Magazine,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Style,
ABBA,
The Dirtbombs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harmonia,
Soul Sonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
Tom Boy,
Das Ding,
Babytalk,
Dennis Brown,
Rod Modell,
Siglo XX,
Scan 7,
The Moleskins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kurtis Blow,
Scion,
Gang Starr,
Funkadelic,
The Cramps,
Ultra Naté,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Khruangbin,
Ken Boothe,
Bauhaus,
June Days,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faust,
Gabor Szabo,
Oblivians,
The United States of America,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
kango's stein massive,
Au Pairs,
Soft Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.