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 Grenada and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Livin' Joy to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Pierre Henry,
Little Man,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lucky Dragons,
Wally Richardson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rod Modell,
Fear,
Duran Duran,
Tom Boy,
Popol Vuh,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gun Club,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Procol Harum,
Minny Pops,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Das Ding,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anakelly,
Glambeats Corp.,
Subhumans,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick Morgan,
Crime,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABBA,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Patti Smith,
Panda Bear,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tomorrow,
Pylon,
Kerri Chandler,
The Birthday Party,
Sällskapet,
Eden Ahbez,
Bob Dylan,
Eric B and Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DNA,
The Raincoats,
B.T. Express,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare,
Heaven 17,
Ronan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Can,
Smog,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.