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 South Sudan and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Derrick Morgan to the rock 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Infiniti,
the Swans,
Wolf Eyes,
Anakelly,
Marvin Gaye,
the Bar-Kays,
Kas Product,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fuzztones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Smog,
Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Porter Ricks,
Fela Kuti,
Lyres,
DNA,
Hot Snakes,
The Moleskins,
The Techniques,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ice-T,
The Fortunes,
Wally Richardson,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultravox,
Minny Pops,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minor Threat,
Pylon,
Shuggie Otis,
Minutemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
cv313,
Moebius,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Pus,
Agitation Free,
Pussy Galore,
Rapeman,
Country Teasers,
Deepchord,
Godley & Creme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy Collins,
John Cale,
LL Cool J,
The J.B.'s,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Sherman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Niagra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultra Naté,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.