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 Turkmenistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the techno 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Newcleus,
Erykah Badu,
Monolake,
Lou Reed,
David Axelrod,
Tubeway Army,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sonics,
Don Cherry,
Dual Sessions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Half Japanese,
Von Mondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eli Mardock,
Japan,
OOIOO,
Soulsonic Force,
Maurizio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q65,
Sun City Girls,
Main Source,
Godley & Creme,
Motorama,
Nik Kershaw,
Cymande,
Mission of Burma,
The Associates,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Shadows of Knight,
K-Klass,
Lyres,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Wells,
The Slackers,
The Kinks,
The Gun Club,
Franke,
Grey Daturas,
Das Ding,
Pylon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fluxion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Carl Craig,
Sällskapet,
New York Dolls,
Albert Ayler,
The Invisible,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.