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 Libya and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 The Martian to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slave,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dave Gahan,
Donny Hathaway,
FM Einheit,
Deepchord,
Gabor Szabo,
The Leaves,
The Mummies,
The Seeds,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Womack,
Agitation Free,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-101,
Marmalade,
Infiniti,
L. Decosne,
The Young Rascals,
Moss Icon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Buckinghams,
Au Pairs,
Grey Daturas,
Black Moon,
F. McDonald,
Fugazi,
Oneida,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Selecter,
Visage,
Aaron Thompson,
Lyres,
David McCallum,
Susan Cadogan,
The Beau Brummels,
ABBA,
The Monks,
Bush Tetras,
Sällskapet,
Gang Green,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wings,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mo-Dettes,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Slits,
The Move,
Duran Duran,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monks,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.