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 Swaziland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Michelle Simonal to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Bootsy Collins,
Soulsonic Force,
Howard Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nico,
China Crisis,
The Cramps,
Sixth Finger,
Aswad,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pagans,
Smog,
Monolake,
Toni Rubio,
Kerri Chandler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantytec,
Aural Exciters,
Arcadia,
The Modern Lovers,
Amazonics,
The Associates,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blancmange,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Beasts of Bourbon,
In Retrospect,
David Axelrod,
The Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
The Trojans,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oblivians,
Black Pus,
Matthew Halsall,
Cluster,
Silicon Teens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gong,
The Human League,
Eurythmics,
Kevin Saunderson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Association,
Interpol,
New York Dolls,
David Bowie,
Stereo Dub,
Thee Headcoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Beau Brummels,
Pet Shop Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Tim Buckley,
The Young Rascals,
Wally Richardson,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.