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 Macedonia and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Ponytail to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The Busters,
DNA,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Invisible,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The New Christs,
Letta Mbulu,
the Soft Cell,
Ultravox,
Morten Harket,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Juan Atkins,
Malaria!,
FM Einheit,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rod Modell,
Index,
The Fire Engines,
Albert Ayler,
Essential Logic,
Funkadelic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Goldenarms,
Pantaleimon,
OOIOO,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Michelle Simonal,
Oblivians,
Derrick May,
Delta 5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Offenders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agitation Free,
Crash Course in Science,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Connie Case,
Kenny Larkin,
Brand Nubian,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gladiators,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fela Kuti,
David Axelrod,
Schoolly D,
Angry Samoans,
James White and The Blacks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.