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 Kosovo and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 The Victims to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Junior Murvin,
the Swans,
Althea and Donna,
Los Fastidios,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Hood,
Deadbeat,
The Neon Judgement,
Ituana,
Jerry's Kids,
Banda Bassotti,
The Young Rascals,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
In Retrospect,
T.S.O.L.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Selecter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hasil Adkins,
Carl Craig,
The New Christs,
Ponytail,
Jeru the Damaja,
La Düsseldorf,
Piero Umiliani,
Vainqueur,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Section 25,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bush Tetras,
The Durutti Column,
These Immortal Souls,
Camouflage,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Teasers,
Brick,
Main Source,
Ludus,
Ohio Players,
Pylon,
Black Sheep,
Scion,
The Evens,
The Saints,
Zero Boys,
David Bowie,
The Doors,
Jacques Brel,
The Martian,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
Mad Mike,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quando Quango,
Negative Approach,
Pharoah Sanders,
48th St. Collective,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Mills,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.