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 Georgia and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang Green to the rock 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
H. Thieme,
the Germs,
Bobby Womack,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABC,
Cymande,
Ossler,
Morten Harket,
Lalann,
Marc Almond,
World's Most,
Gong,
Vainqueur,
John Foxx,
Absolute Body Control,
Rekid,
The Wake,
Bill Near,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül II,
Roger Hodgson,
The Associates,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
One Last Wish,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül,
Connie Case,
Gang Green,
Prince Buster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
X-101,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
X-Ray Spex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gap Band,
Alison Limerick,
Schoolly D,
Eurythmics,
Boz Scaggs,
Duran Duran,
Au Pairs,
Nick Fraelich,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
KRS-One,
Stetsasonic,
Tom Boy,
Massinfluence,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.