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 Kosovo and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Associates to the grunge 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Neu!,
Harry Pussy,
Terry Callier,
Peter & Gordon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brass Construction,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eurythmics,
The Monochrome Set,
Crooked Eye,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moleskins,
Lungfish,
EPMD,
Con Funk Shun,
The Beau Brummels,
OOIOO,
JFA,
Blossom Toes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rosa Yemen,
Ponytail,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Grass Roots,
Second Layer,
Nas,
Qualms,
Joe Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arcadia,
Davy DMX,
Leonard Cohen,
Rapeman,
Bill Wells,
David McCallum,
The Cure,
Wally Richardson,
The Monks,
Siglo XX,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Index,
The Names,
Pantaleimon,
Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Victims,
Aaron Thompson,
Sixth Finger,
Man Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
Subhumans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skarface,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.