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 Jamaica and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Motorama to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Index,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash,
B.T. Express,
Man Parrish,
Lyres,
Malaria!,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Bourne,
Heaven 17,
Ultra Naté,
Ossler,
James White and The Blacks,
Infiniti,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blackbyrds,
Sandy B,
La Düsseldorf,
The Residents,
Eric Copeland,
R.M.O.,
The Slackers,
The Doors,
EPMD,
Erasure,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cramps,
The American Breed,
Matthew Halsall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Terry,
The Dirtbombs,
The Happenings,
Pylon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed,
Rapeman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mission of Burma,
Organ,
Patti Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Section 25,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
Los Fastidios,
Lungfish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Junior Murvin,
Newcleus,
Siglo XX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.