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 Senegal and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Swans 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
The Mummies,
Kayak,
U.S. Maple,
The Sound,
Cymande,
the Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fall,
48th St. Collective,
Roxy Music,
John Coltrane,
the Human League,
H. Thieme,
Sex Pistols,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Terry,
Jacques Brel,
Supertramp,
Sight & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gladiators,
The Neon Judgement,
The Birthday Party,
Q and Not U,
Popol Vuh,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Associates,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minor Threat,
Maleditus Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fear,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Christie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minny Pops,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Altered Images,
OOIOO,
Scrapy,
Pylon,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Flag,
Symarip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Inner City,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pagans,
Camberwell Now,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The American Breed,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.