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 Fiji and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Oneida,
The Leaves,
Erykah Badu,
Cymande,
Ossler,
Hot Snakes,
John Lydon,
Erasure,
Lee Hazlewood,
Josef K,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Barracudas,
World's Most,
Pole,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eden Ahbez,
Ituana,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sound,
Minor Threat,
The Index,
Iggy Pop,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Godley & Creme,
MC5,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Count Five,
Bad Manners,
Pylon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Music Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Wells,
Eric Copeland,
Crash Course in Science,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Modern Lovers,
Average White Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faust,
The Invisible,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Motorama,
Skaos,
Man Parrish,
Nico,
Ohio Players,
MDC,
Colin Newman,
The Names,
The Blackbyrds,
Althea and Donna,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.