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 Kuwait and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the crunk 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Freddie Wadling,
Second Layer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Normal,
Sandy B,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
PIL,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABC,
Rufus Thomas,
Reuben Wilson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
AZ,
Parry Music,
Barry Ungar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q and Not U,
Q65,
Visage,
The Litter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Easy Going,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Khruangbin,
Kaleidoscope,
Guru Guru,
Ponytail,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Bad Manners,
JFA,
Prince Buster,
Kurtis Blow,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Altered Images,
Cameo,
Crime,
Sister Nancy,
Swans,
Jeff Mills,
The Names,
Pussy Galore,
Depeche Mode,
Radio Birdman,
Matthew Bourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fear,
Organ,
Bob Dylan,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.