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 Bhutan and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nico 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Standells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New York Dolls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Modern Lovers,
Kayak,
JFA,
The Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
Infiniti,
Inner City,
Depeche Mode,
Arcadia,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dead C,
Grey Daturas,
Cybotron,
Todd Rundgren,
Nico,
Max Romeo,
Dark Day,
Darondo,
Marvin Gaye,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Loose Ends,
John Lydon,
The New Christs,
Brick,
Dual Sessions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Altered Images,
Anthony Braxton,
Young Marble Giants,
Bob Dylan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nas,
Model 500,
New Order,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Saints,
Icehouse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Near,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Copeland,
The Residents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camberwell Now,
Scrapy,
Robert Hood,
Maleditus Sound,
Agitation Free,
The Young Rascals,
Tommy Roe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Guru Guru,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hashim,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.