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 Marshall Islands and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Suicide to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
Wire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David McCallum,
Technova,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scientists,
Alphaville,
Urselle,
Flash Fearless,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moss Icon,
Bronski Beat,
The Tremeloes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sight & Sound,
Prince Buster,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moody Blues,
Aswad,
Avey Tare,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Wake,
Rekid,
Ken Boothe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lakeside,
Country Teasers,
Alison Limerick,
Television Personalities,
New Age Steppers,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Excepter,
The Cure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jandek,
the Fania All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
the Germs,
10cc,
Q and Not U,
Desert Stars,
Marc Almond,
Ultra Naté,
Terrestrial Tones,
Godley & Creme,
The Victims,
Isaac Hayes,
The Stooges,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalann,
The Gun Club,
MC5,
DJ Sneak,
Ituana,
Hot Snakes,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.