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 Sierra Leone and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Bronski Beat to the jazz 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Goldenarms,
Jandek,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
FM Einheit,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q65,
Moss Icon,
Excepter,
The Beau Brummels,
Bluetip,
the Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick Morgan,
PIL,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Don Cherry,
Soulsonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tommy Roe,
Joy Division,
Zero Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABBA,
June Days,
The Remains,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Scientists,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hashim,
Mission of Burma,
Kurtis Blow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Inner City,
Adolescents,
EPMD,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The New Christs,
David Bowie,
Laurel Aitken,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pop Group,
Nirvana,
The Index,
Reuben Wilson,
Blossom Toes,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scan 7,
Country Joe & The Fish,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.