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 Georgia and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the electroclash 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nils Olav,
Henry Cow,
Subhumans,
Dual Sessions,
Wasted Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Camouflage,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doobie Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Red Krayola,
The Fugs,
E-Dancer,
Pole,
Black Moon,
Q65,
MDC,
Terry Callier,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Byrd,
The Pop Group,
Eurythmics,
Morten Harket,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Busters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television Personalities,
The Count Five,
Drexciya,
Ituana,
The Birthday Party,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zero Boys,
Pulsallama,
Howard Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Saccharine Trust,
Underground Resistance,
Tres Demented,
Barrington Levy,
Soul II Soul,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ludus,
Circle Jerks,
Lower 48,
Chrome,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
10cc,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Deadbeat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.