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 Belarus and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Radio Birdman to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Country Teasers,
Saccharine Trust,
Pole,
Accadde A,
Intrusion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantaleimon,
The Black Dice,
DNA,
June Days,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faust,
K-Klass,
the Slits,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Christie,
The Stooges,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Bourne,
Mark Hollis,
The Skatalites,
Archie Shepp,
Theoretical Girls,
Adolescents,
Tom Boy,
Porter Ricks,
Suicide,
Babytalk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Hood,
EPMD,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Underground Resistance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
a-ha,
Radiohead,
Vladislav Delay,
The Golliwogs,
Whodini,
Moby Grape,
John Holt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quantec,
Parry Music,
Henry Cow,
Black Pus,
Zero Boys,
Quando Quango,
The Cowsills,
Rhythm & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yellowson,
Deepchord,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magazine,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.