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 Japan and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Y Pants to the funk 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
E-Dancer,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sällskapet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mad Mike,
Monolake,
Ponytail,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bluetip,
Derrick Morgan,
Lyres,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brass Construction,
Wings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Martian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül,
U.S. Maple,
Ralphi Rosario,
Au Pairs,
Schoolly D,
Underground Resistance,
Model 500,
Faust,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pagans,
Bobby Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Basic Channel,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Halsall,
Fatback Band,
Pulsallama,
The Gladiators,
Barrington Levy,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Japan,
the Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
The Gap Band,
Youth Brigade,
The Blues Magoos,
Duran Duran,
Vainqueur,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Motions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Dolphy,
The Five Americans,
Laurel Aitken,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Misunderstood,
June of 44,
the Slits,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.