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 Laos and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Nation of Ulysses to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
The Mummies,
The Sonics,
The Gap Band,
Eric Copeland,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agitation Free,
Brick,
X-Ray Spex,
Suburban Knight,
Symarip,
Scott Walker,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David McCallum,
Colin Newman,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Halsall,
Laurel Aitken,
Young Marble Giants,
Lower 48,
Niagra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rites of Spring,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gories,
Arcadia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mantronix,
The Selecter,
David Axelrod,
Flash Fearless,
B.T. Express,
Cluster,
Joe Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Christie,
Schoolly D,
Roxy Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Audionom,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Coltrane,
Cybotron,
John Cale,
cv313,
Jeff Mills,
The Smiths,
Brothers Johnson,
Faust,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zapp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.