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 South Africa and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Blancmange to the techno 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
The Gap Band,
Kayak,
the Swans,
10cc,
Mo-Dettes,
Easy Going,
The Standells,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Byrd,
X-102,
Marvin Gaye,
Anakelly,
The Cure,
Interpol,
Ronan,
Scott Walker,
Lalann,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Circle Jerks,
Procol Harum,
Hoover,
The Pretty Things,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bob Dylan,
The Smiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reagan Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Television Personalities,
Negative Approach,
Cal Tjader,
The Gun Club,
Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
Wasted Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Almond,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Juan Atkins,
Moss Icon,
Lindisfarne,
Technova,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monolake,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spoonie Gee,
Outsiders,
Funkadelic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Green,
Lou Christie,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.