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 Chile and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Fugs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Jawbox,
Crash Course in Science,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
H. Thieme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mandrill,
Sam Rivers,
One Last Wish,
Steve Hackett,
The Zeros,
Thompson Twins,
Kerri Chandler,
Swans,
48th St. Collective,
Yazoo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fat Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
June of 44,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wings,
The Stooges,
Basic Channel,
Scan 7,
Quantec,
Charles Mingus,
Metal Thangz,
Make Up,
Mars,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultravox,
Scratch Acid,
Bluetip,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eddi Front,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül,
Idris Muhammad,
Panda Bear,
X-101,
The Fuzztones,
Andrew Hill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joey Negro,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Vogues,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Style,
Unwound,
The Modern Lovers,
the Germs,
Pierre Henry,
Reagan Youth,
The Gun Club,
Zero Boys,
Massinfluence,
The Beau Brummels,
T.S.O.L.,
Frankie Knuckles,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.