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 Saudi Arabia and from Philadelphia.
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 Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bad Manners to the crunk 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk 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?
K-Klass,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Henry Cow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joyce Sims,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tres Demented,
Sex Pistols,
Kayak,
Trumans Water,
New York Dolls,
T. Rex,
Black Sheep,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Style,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bluetip,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Bananas,
Ten City,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronnie Foster,
Rites of Spring,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skaos,
Bootsy Collins,
One Last Wish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marmalade,
Mantronix,
U.S. Maple,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fuzztones,
X-101,
Warsaw,
Janne Schatter,
Max Romeo,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Hood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yazoo,
The Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
the Human League,
Gichy Dan,
Loose Ends,
A Certain Ratio,
Sister Nancy,
The Dead C,
Wire,
Roxy Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zero Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Real Kids,
June of 44,
Scratch Acid,
Mad Mike,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.