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 Djibouti and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Fatback Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Hasil Adkins,
D'Angelo,
Al Stewart,
Bauhaus,
The Moleskins,
Royal Trux,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
The Buckinghams,
The Cramps,
June Days,
The Doors,
Ossler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New York Dolls,
Joy Division,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Basic Channel,
Yusef Lateef,
The Human League,
Joyce Sims,
Marcia Griffiths,
Panda Bear,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young,
Charles Mingus,
David Axelrod,
Procol Harum,
Jawbox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
The Monks,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne,
Blake Baxter,
Lakeside,
The Cure,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Graham Central Station,
Cecil Taylor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Motorama,
The Young Rascals,
Minny Pops,
Johnny Clarke,
X-102,
Shuggie Otis,
Q65,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Livin' Joy,
Lyres,
Zapp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.