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 Qatar and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 John Lydon to the electroclash 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
China Crisis,
David Bowie,
The Real Kids,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Faust,
Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nico,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Popol Vuh,
Man Parrish,
Interpol,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Wells,
Fluxion,
Shoche,
PIL,
Minnie Riperton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Zeros,
Sparks,
Soft Machine,
Jawbox,
Sister Nancy,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare,
Moebius,
Vainqueur,
Harry Pussy,
Au Pairs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tommy Roe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Bananas,
Todd Rundgren,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Porter Ricks,
Intrusion,
Juan Atkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Trojans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Clear Light,
Nils Olav,
Tropical Tobacco,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Sheep,
Altered Images,
Parry Music,
Alison Limerick,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Little Man,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.