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 Tajikistan and from New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 David McCallum to the rap 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Bobby Sherman,
Pole,
Sonic Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Nas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Fraelich,
Television Personalities,
Au Pairs,
Ronan,
The Young Rascals,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Raincoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Bananas,
The Walker Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Zero Boys,
Marmalade,
The Associates,
Josef K,
Rekid,
AZ,
Absolute Body Control,
China Crisis,
Sandy B,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalann,
Circle Jerks,
Carl Craig,
John Coltrane,
Sight & Sound,
Hoover,
Crash Course in Science,
Eli Mardock,
The Zeros,
F. McDonald,
L. Decosne,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Technova,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cosmic Jokers,
EPMD,
Mars,
Wire,
Stockholm Monsters,
Icehouse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eden Ahbez,
The New Christs,
Parry Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faraquet,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.