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 Japan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
La Düsseldorf,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Duran Duran,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra,
Yellowson,
Sällskapet,
Steve Hackett,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispian St. Peters,
48th St. Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül,
LL Cool J,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash,
cv313,
Moebius,
Ituana,
Janne Schatter,
Lower 48,
The Gun Club,
Funkadelic,
Pylon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mad Mike,
Lee Hazlewood,
Monolake,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liliput,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agent Orange,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fugazi,
Henry Cow,
Thee Headcoats,
R.M.O.,
Silicon Teens,
The Gladiators,
The Monochrome Set,
Arcadia,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lakeside,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fugs,
Lalann,
Absolute Body Control,
Freddie Wadling,
Scan 7,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Halsall,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.