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 Niger and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Marmalade to the dance 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Smooth,
Arcadia,
Tim Buckley,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Los Fastidios,
Boogie Down Productions,
Leonard Cohen,
The Grass Roots,
Boredoms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Howard Jones,
Joyce Sims,
Mars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
The Doors,
Robert Görl,
Judy Mowatt,
Dark Day,
Soul II Soul,
Magma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Certain Ratio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Clarke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alphaville,
Kerri Chandler,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Names,
Sex Pistols,
Anakelly,
Pussy Galore,
Make Up,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reuben Wilson,
Sight & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Newcleus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aural Exciters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fela Kuti,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Vogues,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bauhaus,
China Crisis,
Jerry's Kids,
Funkadelic,
B.T. Express,
The Buckinghams,
Deepchord,
Al Stewart,
Agitation Free,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.