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 Costa Rica and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scrapy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Marvin Gaye,
The Red Krayola,
a-ha,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
June Days,
X-Ray Spex,
Marmalade,
The Busters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nirvana,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Tim Buckley,
Gichy Dan,
Black Bananas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yazoo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-102,
Wasted Youth,
Qualms,
Lungfish,
The Selecter,
New York Dolls,
the Germs,
Barrington Levy,
Patti Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
The Names,
Skaos,
The Victims,
Zero Boys,
Television Personalities,
DNA,
Gong,
The Associates,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Khruangbin,
The Five Americans,
Intrusion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Order,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unrelated Segments,
The Toasters,
Visage,
K-Klass,
John Foxx,
ABC,
Don Cherry,
Icehouse,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.