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 Malta and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grauzone to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
John Lydon,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Angels of Light,
Sound Behaviour,
The Golliwogs,
Henry Cow,
The Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kurtis Blow,
Au Pairs,
The Birthday Party,
The Knickerbockers,
The Walker Brothers,
the Normal,
Derrick Morgan,
Ossler,
Procol Harum,
Deakin,
Hardrive,
The Zeros,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Sheep,
Schoolly D,
DJ Style,
Brothers Johnson,
The American Breed,
Joe Smooth,
D'Angelo,
The Moleskins,
Saccharine Trust,
Althea and Donna,
CMW,
The Move,
New York Dolls,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Duran Duran,
Nik Kershaw,
Sparks,
Arthur Verocai,
Eve St. Jones,
Tubeway Army,
Tim Buckley,
Unwound,
David McCallum,
the Association,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Green,
Moebius,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fat Boys,
Gang Starr,
The Moody Blues,
The Standells,
Agitation Free,
Blancmange,
The Pretty Things,
Gregory Isaacs,
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Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.