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 Marshall Islands and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
Prince Buster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül II,
Technova,
Lou Reed,
The Music Machine,
Crime,
The Golliwogs,
The Doors,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Sherman,
David Bowie,
Angry Samoans,
The American Breed,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonny Sharrock,
48th St. Collective,
Urselle,
Basic Channel,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott Heron,
MC5,
The United States of America,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mission of Burma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tommy Roe,
Simply Red,
Soulsonic Force,
DNA,
Audionom,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gladiators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
F. McDonald,
Roxette,
Godley & Creme,
Al Stewart,
Alphaville,
Cheater Slicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Near,
Cal Tjader,
Pole,
The Modern Lovers,
Connie Case,
Lyres,
Lucky Dragons,
Patti Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Fraelich,
Main Source,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dead Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.