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 Mauritius 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rap 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Lower 48,
Alphaville,
Stiv Bators,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sandy B,
The Stooges,
Sam Rivers,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cramps,
Colin Newman,
The Barracudas,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pop Group,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Davy DMX,
Second Layer,
Nick Fraelich,
Grey Daturas,
Neu!,
Barry Ungar,
Throbbing Gristle,
Drexciya,
The Smoke,
PIL,
The Sonics,
Audionom,
Tim Buckley,
The Misunderstood,
The Angels of Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
JFA,
The American Breed,
Magma,
Blancmange,
Rites of Spring,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warsaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash,
Smog,
Sugar Minott,
Rakim,
Franke,
Basic Channel,
Parry Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
Country Teasers,
Masters at Work,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.