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 Suriname and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
LL Cool J,
Jacques Brel,
Anakelly,
Mantronix,
The Gun Club,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Al Stewart,
Delon & Dalcan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suicide,
cv313,
The Invisible,
Crime,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cure,
the Association,
Laurel Aitken,
New Order,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Index,
Oblivians,
Brass Construction,
Chris & Cosey,
Livin' Joy,
Magma,
Wasted Youth,
Harmonia,
Japan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gichy Dan,
Black Moon,
The Five Americans,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joy Division,
48th St. Collective,
The Young Rascals,
Radio Birdman,
Eric Copeland,
Alton Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Thee Headcoats,
Khruangbin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rekid,
Kayak,
Newcleus,
Deepchord,
Alison Limerick,
Lungfish,
the Germs,
Dawn Penn,
Lyres,
The Birthday Party,
Organ,
The Last Poets,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Procol Harum,
DNA,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.