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 Sudan and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Josef K,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New York Dolls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jandek,
Glenn Branca,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cluster,
Joe Smooth,
Scan 7,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arthur Verocai,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tom Boy,
Idris Muhammad,
The Knickerbockers,
Monks,
K-Klass,
Fatback Band,
Dawn Penn,
Barry Ungar,
Bauhaus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Average White Band,
Alison Limerick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Womack,
Brothers Johnson,
Brass Construction,
Moby Grape,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Das Ding,
Fat Boys,
Fluxion,
Bill Near,
Technova,
Matthew Bourne,
The Pretty Things,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Finger,
Peter & Gordon,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
H. Thieme,
Davy DMX,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantaleimon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Associates,
This Heat,
the Normal,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yaz,
Graham Central Station,
The Modern Lovers,
Ten City,
The Wake,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.