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 Serbia and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
These Immortal Souls,
Al Stewart,
Skriet,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rosa Yemen,
New Age Steppers,
the Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
Das Ding,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Albert Ayler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fad Gadget,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Basic Channel,
Y Pants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Royal Trux,
A Certain Ratio,
New Order,
Terry Callier,
The New Christs,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Icehouse,
Radio Birdman,
Juan Atkins,
Babytalk,
Minnie Riperton,
Lee Hazlewood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dual Sessions,
Lightning Bolt,
One Last Wish,
Monks,
The Fortunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronan,
Alton Ellis,
Lower 48,
Eric Copeland,
Black Pus,
Supertramp,
The Litter,
Los Fastidios,
Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maurizio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.