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 Egypt and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
The Blackbyrds,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hot Snakes,
Ronan,
Gong,
The Angels of Light,
Joy Division,
Alphaville,
Nick Fraelich,
The Pretty Things,
The Music Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Al Stewart,
Blancmange,
Can,
The Kinks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sonics,
Clear Light,
The New Christs,
Bill Wells,
Masters at Work,
Pole,
Sam Rivers,
La Düsseldorf,
Prince Buster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nas,
Funkadelic,
the Germs,
Tres Demented,
Rites of Spring,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suburban Knight,
Shoche,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
The Selecter,
Sex Pistols,
The Invisible,
Man Parrish,
Chrome,
Roxette,
Buzzcocks,
Crooked Eye,
The Moleskins,
Essential Logic,
The Gladiators,
Sight & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Tomorrow,
ABC,
Kevin Saunderson,
New York Dolls,
Arthur Verocai,
Visage,
Bob Dylan,
Peter and Kerry,
Surgeon,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.