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 Senegal and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 The Pretty Things to the punk 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dead C,
UT,
Deadbeat,
the Normal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Parry Music,
Young Marble Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brick,
The Standells,
Japan,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Enemy,
Easy Going,
Yazoo,
The Associates,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soft Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Neu!,
Lower 48,
Traffic Nightmare,
Q65,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Osbourne,
Colin Newman,
China Crisis,
This Heat,
Sonic Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ludus,
10cc,
Swans,
the Sonics,
Niagra,
Clear Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Kinks,
Dual Sessions,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül,
The Barracudas,
Rites of Spring,
Black Flag,
The Index,
Negative Approach,
Mandrill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hoover,
Skaos,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.