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 Madagascar and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra,
Duran Duran,
Letta Mbulu,
JFA,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
The Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quantec,
Erasure,
Kerri Chandler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Machine,
Desert Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Skarface,
Godley & Creme,
Magazine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
F. McDonald,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nick Fraelich,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Matthew Bourne,
Smog,
Khruangbin,
Todd Terry,
The Remains,
Toni Rubio,
Hasil Adkins,
Mandrill,
Fat Boys,
The Young Rascals,
the Bar-Kays,
Iggy Pop,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wolf Eyes,
This Heat,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül,
Swell Maps,
Harmonia,
Sonic Youth,
Erykah Badu,
The Red Krayola,
Intrusion,
The Moody Blues,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shoche,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Coltrane,
Radiohead,
Nas,
Marvin Gaye,
Anakelly,
World's Most,
The Blues Magoos,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.