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 Malaysia and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 The Grass Roots to the rock 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Scan 7,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sarah Menescal,
Slave,
Inner City,
Das Ding,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mantronix,
Procol Harum,
Audionom,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Red Krayola,
The Mummies,
H. Thieme,
La Düsseldorf,
Spoonie Gee,
China Crisis,
Morten Harket,
Mad Mike,
Yusef Lateef,
Ten City,
Echospace,
Warsaw,
Interpol,
Joensuu 1685,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brothers Johnson,
Iggy Pop,
Mars,
Porter Ricks,
Tom Boy,
The Pretty Things,
Eric B and Rakim,
June Days,
Lou Christie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Toasters,
The Remains,
Agitation Free,
Amazonics,
Davy DMX,
Saccharine Trust,
Godley & Creme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Womack,
Flipper,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maurizio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drexciya,
DNA,
Second Layer,
Excepter,
Grey Daturas,
Ornette Coleman,
Gong,
Shoche,
Talk Talk,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.