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 Libya and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Johnny Osbourne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Slick Rick,
Carl Craig,
Rosa Yemen,
China Crisis,
Wolf Eyes,
The Real Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cybotron,
Skarface,
Jandek,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
Ken Boothe,
Fear,
Eve St. Jones,
Von Mondo,
Spandau Ballet,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Susan Cadogan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cluster,
The Toasters,
The Remains,
The Durutti Column,
The Buckinghams,
Vainqueur,
Youth Brigade,
Drexciya,
Godley & Creme,
Danielle Patucci,
The Grass Roots,
Pussy Galore,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slackers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Surgeon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Albert Ayler,
ABBA,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Hot Snakes,
the Sonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Josef K,
Ludus,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Birthday Party,
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.