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 Philippines and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Negative Approach to the dance 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed,
a-ha,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
L. Decosne,
Oblivians,
Minor Threat,
Lakeside,
Negative Approach,
Lee Hazlewood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
kango's stein massive,
Harry Pussy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Parrish,
Joe Finger,
The Golliwogs,
Bad Manners,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Christie,
Leonard Cohen,
Sixth Finger,
Suburban Knight,
Excepter,
Howard Jones,
Newcleus,
Bang On A Can,
Pulsallama,
Severed Heads,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mr. Review,
Au Pairs,
Robert Görl,
Pagans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fall,
Zapp,
Ultravox,
Marine Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slackers,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dead C,
The Kinks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Von Mondo,
Aswad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Barracudas,
Sarah Menescal,
Das Ding,
Unwound,
The Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
Marmalade,
Make Up,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.