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 Czech Republic and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 PIL to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül II,
Tommy Roe,
Rapeman,
Smog,
Magma,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronan,
MC5,
Hashim,
Amon Düül,
Marine Girls,
Easy Going,
Tropical Tobacco,
Idris Muhammad,
D'Angelo,
DNA,
Blancmange,
Little Man,
Underground Resistance,
Bauhaus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Toni Rubio,
Josef K,
Q65,
Nils Olav,
Interpol,
Animal Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Buckinghams,
Swell Maps,
John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Roxy Music,
Duran Duran,
Adolescents,
The American Breed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funkadelic,
Television,
John Foxx,
Absolute Body Control,
Rosa Yemen,
Lakeside,
Buzzcocks,
One Last Wish,
The Alarm Clocks,
June of 44,
Bush Tetras,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker,
Ohio Players,
Pulsallama,
Visage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Connie Case,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Boredoms,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.