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 Ethiopia and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nik Kershaw to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Colin Newman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Y Pants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Whodini,
Albert Ayler,
The Monochrome Set,
The Searchers,
Hoover,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxy Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
LL Cool J,
Mark Hollis,
The Slits,
Maurizio,
Roger Hodgson,
World's Most,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Flag,
Nation of Ulysses,
Severed Heads,
The Trojans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
CMW,
Faust,
Freddie Wadling,
Mad Mike,
The Fuzztones,
Sarah Menescal,
The Misunderstood,
Excepter,
Banda Bassotti,
Sex Pistols,
the Bar-Kays,
X-101,
Barbara Tucker,
Tomorrow,
Liliput,
The Velvet Underground,
Dual Sessions,
The Sonics,
Niagra,
Sister Nancy,
Newcleus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Throbbing Gristle,
Desert Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Wyatt,
Procol Harum,
The Tremeloes,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.