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 Italy and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Bauhaus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Stooges,
Lungfish,
Prince Buster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Y Pants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Von Mondo,
The Smoke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kerri Chandler,
Cymande,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris Corsano,
Don Cherry,
Panda Bear,
Lakeside,
Siglo XX,
Organ,
Sound Behaviour,
OOIOO,
Tubeway Army,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Move,
Mr. Review,
Kenny Larkin,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Connie Case,
Pulsallama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
The Residents,
The Wake,
Iggy Pop,
a-ha,
Groovy Waters,
Michelle Simonal,
In Retrospect,
Black Bananas,
Jacob Miller,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Vainqueur,
Slave,
the Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Amazonics,
Stereo Dub,
Harpers Bizarre,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Selecter,
Pierre Henry,
Peter & Gordon,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.