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 Canada 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Gang of Four to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Angels of Light,
Minny Pops,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Offenders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
FM Einheit,
Eric Copeland,
Deepchord,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scientists,
Magma,
The Black Dice,
Joe Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
Negative Approach,
Pantaleimon,
Black Moon,
Pere Ubu,
Nils Olav,
Ronan,
Anakelly,
MDC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fluxion,
Camouflage,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gun Club,
Icehouse,
Sällskapet,
Oneida,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Womack,
Schoolly D,
The Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
David Bowie,
Joey Negro,
Fugazi,
Sugar Minott,
Public Enemy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Byron Stingily,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
World's Most,
Whodini,
The Selecter,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yazoo,
Supertramp,
Mo-Dettes,
Rites of Spring,
The Misunderstood,
The Grass Roots,
The Cramps,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.