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 Uruguay and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 The Pretty Things to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Hardrive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yellowson,
Bobby Sherman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Darondo,
Parry Music,
Amazonics,
Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Parrish,
Symarip,
FM Einheit,
The Dirtbombs,
Ludus,
10cc,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June of 44,
Subhumans,
Duran Duran,
PIL,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacques Brel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
The Buckinghams,
Los Fastidios,
Aswad,
The Motions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monks,
The Leaves,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Near,
Second Layer,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Panda Bear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moleskins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Q and Not U,
The Cowsills,
Sister Nancy,
Niagra,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.