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 China and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Stetsasonic,
Janne Schatter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soulsonic Force,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Holt,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monochrome Set,
The American Breed,
Dawn Penn,
The Names,
The Skatalites,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Frankie Knuckles,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brand Nubian,
Mark Hollis,
The Dead C,
Neu!,
Agent Orange,
8 Eyed Spy,
Talk Talk,
Jacob Miller,
Aswad,
Johnny Clarke,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pierre Henry,
The Beau Brummels,
Barrington Levy,
Easy Going,
Jawbox,
The Young Rascals,
Terry Callier,
Gang Gang Dance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Don Cherry,
Crash Course in Science,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chrome,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Enemy,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ludus,
Liliput,
The Real Kids,
Ohio Players,
Donald Byrd,
Main Source,
David Bowie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Swell Maps,
K-Klass,
The Shadows of Knight,
Symarip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Last Poets,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.