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 Denmark and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Vogues to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
L. Decosne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
the Germs,
Connie Case,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smoke,
Pylon,
10cc,
Gang Starr,
Youth Brigade,
Stiv Bators,
Ultra Naté,
Section 25,
Theoretical Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Motorama,
Amon Düül II,
Fear,
Nas,
Surgeon,
The Zeros,
a-ha,
Infiniti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Bananas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fat Boys,
X-102,
Lindisfarne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
Althea and Donna,
The Raincoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Byrd,
Moss Icon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Görl,
Public Image Ltd.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fatback Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Index,
The J.B.'s,
Von Mondo,
Al Stewart,
Rakim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.