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 Bolivia and from New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Donald Fagen 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Niagra,
Infiniti,
Patti Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
In Retrospect,
Faust,
Altered Images,
The Red Krayola,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Techniques,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Age Steppers,
Man Eating Sloth,
kango's stein massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Funkadelic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Model 500,
The Sound,
The Evens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Christie,
The Real Kids,
Todd Terry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy Collins,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Sneak,
John Foxx,
Cal Tjader,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Smooth,
The Searchers,
Fat Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Germs,
Amon Düül II,
Maurizio,
Aloha Tigers,
Dark Day,
Cameo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Can,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Divine Comedy,
Fela Kuti,
Ponytail,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Fraelich,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.