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 Germany and from New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Josef K to the crunk 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 and Kerry,
Quando Quango,
Unrelated Segments,
Cecil Taylor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DNA,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Second Layer,
Godley & Creme,
The Residents,
Rod Modell,
Jandek,
The Mojo Men,
Rosa Yemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Neon Judgement,
Tim Buckley,
10cc,
Todd Terry,
Dark Day,
Moby Grape,
X-102,
Agent Orange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wasted Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sonics,
In Retrospect,
Mission of Burma,
Letta Mbulu,
Franke,
John Foxx,
the Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Sneak,
Minutemen,
LL Cool J,
Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
Angry Samoans,
Agitation Free,
The Doors,
Pole,
The Grass Roots,
The Young Rascals,
Outsiders,
Average White Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
World's Most,
Eric Copeland,
Parry Music,
Sister Nancy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.