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 Africa and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 Idris Muhammad to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Marc Almond,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fluxion,
Pussy Galore,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxy Music,
Average White Band,
The Monks,
Dead Boys,
The Kinks,
Aural Exciters,
Spandau Ballet,
Janne Schatter,
June Days,
The Real Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Litter,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Minor Threat,
The Fugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Half Japanese,
FM Einheit,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed,
PIL,
Flipper,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stetsasonic,
Ohio Players,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Near,
Mandrill,
Carl Craig,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Move,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fatback Band,
Surgeon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Standells,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pretty Things,
Delta 5,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mummies,
The Pop Group,
The Misunderstood,
The Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crash Course in Science,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Starr,
Lindisfarne,
Joy Division,
X-102,
Dark Day,
Peter & Gordon,
Silicon Teens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.