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 Yemen and from London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kenny Larkin to the grime 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
L. Decosne,
The Wake,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Fraelich,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Hot Snakes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zapp,
Japan,
Technova,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick Morgan,
Alphaville,
Brand Nubian,
Archie Shepp,
MDC,
The Cramps,
Angry Samoans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Skatalites,
Masters at Work,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Raincoats,
Agitation Free,
Cluster,
Urselle,
Nils Olav,
Mission of Burma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
World's Most,
The Knickerbockers,
Byron Stingily,
Ohio Players,
Popol Vuh,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül II,
Marvin Gaye,
The Pretty Things,
The Victims,
Lyres,
Roxy Music,
Pierre Henry,
Ronnie Foster,
Lower 48,
Dave Gahan,
Section 25,
Little Man,
Colin Newman,
Black Pus,
Ice-T,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Womack,
The Leaves,
The Standells,
Nas,
Scrapy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anakelly,
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.