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 Grenada and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Iggy Pop to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yaz,
Dead Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Ten City,
Davy DMX,
MDC,
Angry Samoans,
MC5,
Marvin Gaye,
Roger Hodgson,
Stiv Bators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scion,
Sällskapet,
Fugazi,
Peter and Kerry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fugs,
Gang Starr,
Joey Negro,
June of 44,
Scientists,
Cecil Taylor,
Pylon,
Zapp,
ABC,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Lynne,
Cluster,
Warren Ellis,
The Searchers,
Byron Stingily,
Siglo XX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
A Certain Ratio,
In Retrospect,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gabor Szabo,
Aswad,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drexciya,
The Buckinghams,
Lalo Schifrin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pussy Galore,
Absolute Body Control,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erasure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Don Cherry,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.