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 Norway and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Beau Brummels to the rock 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
The Trojans,
Howard Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Parry Music,
Symarip,
Jawbox,
Kerri Chandler,
Maurizio,
Moss Icon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Albert Ayler,
Masters at Work,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brand Nubian,
The Dirtbombs,
Ten City,
Pussy Galore,
Bizarre Inc.,
Negative Approach,
Tres Demented,
The Human League,
Infiniti,
Blancmange,
The Five Americans,
The Durutti Column,
ABC,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smiths,
Stetsasonic,
Black Bananas,
The Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
The Last Poets,
Subhumans,
Laurel Aitken,
the Germs,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joe Smooth,
June of 44,
Con Funk Shun,
Deakin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Newcleus,
Ken Boothe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sonics,
The Fugs,
The Techniques,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sugar Minott,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.