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 Cameroon and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cluster to the electroclash 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Reagan Youth,
Ludus,
Skaos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Normal,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harry Pussy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
DJ Style,
Surgeon,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Section 25,
the Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Unwound,
Visage,
Al Stewart,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pere Ubu,
Blossom Toes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sarah Menescal,
Popol Vuh,
James White and The Blacks,
Blake Baxter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cymande,
Amon Düül II,
John Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agent Orange,
The Victims,
Rapeman,
Jandek,
The Velvet Underground,
Livin' Joy,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed,
John Lydon,
The Divine Comedy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers,
The Grass Roots,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Hashim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moody Blues,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.