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 Papua New Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roy Ayers to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Gong,
The Flesh Eaters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Axelrod,
Man Eating Sloth,
Von Mondo,
Nick Fraelich,
Darondo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
EPMD,
Thee Headcoats,
Bluetip,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Slits,
Blancmange,
Stiv Bators,
The Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
Massinfluence,
Q and Not U,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eli Mardock,
Albert Ayler,
Leonard Cohen,
The Raincoats,
ABC,
Goldenarms,
Joe Finger,
The New Christs,
Ice-T,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cymande,
The Names,
The Dead C,
Adolescents,
World's Most,
Eve St. Jones,
Ken Boothe,
Rites of Spring,
Gang of Four,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronan,
Scan 7,
Parry Music,
The Techniques,
X-Ray Spex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed,
The Leaves,
Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
Roxy Music,
Josef K,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.