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 Romania and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 David Bowie 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 Gladiators to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Crash Course in Science,
Fat Boys,
Minutemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sex Pistols,
Dawn Penn,
Rotary Connection,
Prince Buster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiohead,
Faraquet,
Faust,
Sonic Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arab on Radar,
Susan Cadogan,
Carl Craig,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MC5,
The Cramps,
The Litter,
Black Moon,
Infiniti,
Index,
Severed Heads,
Mandrill,
The Fuzztones,
Magazine,
The Divine Comedy,
Heaven 17,
Mission of Burma,
Easy Going,
Joey Negro,
Throbbing Gristle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Negative Approach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Wake,
Byron Stingily,
Guru Guru,
Roxy Music,
Pantaleimon,
Aural Exciters,
Minor Threat,
Monolake,
The Last Poets,
The Selecter,
Man Parrish,
Pylon,
Dark Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
Young Marble Giants,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.