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 Tonga and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rhythm & Sound to the crunk 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Das Ding,
Niagra,
Depeche Mode,
Marvin Gaye,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sexual Harrassment,
48th St. Collective,
10cc,
Maurizio,
Brass Construction,
Tim Buckley,
Skaos,
Joe Smooth,
Darondo,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Misunderstood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fluxion,
Ultra Naté,
Pantaleimon,
Fear,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
Aaron Thompson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oneida,
Wally Richardson,
Negative Approach,
The Durutti Column,
Sam Rivers,
Crooked Eye,
Make Up,
Delta 5,
Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Leaves,
The Music Machine,
Oblivians,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Fraelich,
The Wake,
Barclay James Harvest,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Pus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minutemen,
The Mummies,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gap Band,
Mandrill,
Fad Gadget,
the Bar-Kays,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.