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 Ecuador and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Graham Central Station to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Mantronix,
John Holt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slits,
Television Personalities,
The Toasters,
Lightning Bolt,
The Evens,
Davy DMX,
Thompson Twins,
Kas Product,
Marvin Gaye,
Camberwell Now,
The Invisible,
The Remains,
The Kinks,
Lebanon Hanover,
New York Dolls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Loose Ends,
The Trojans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q and Not U,
Joey Negro,
Arcadia,
David McCallum,
Mad Mike,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dark Day,
Make Up,
Rufus Thomas,
Ludus,
The Music Machine,
Marc Almond,
Sandy B,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Germs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Rundgren,
LL Cool J,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rapeman,
Quadrant,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Janne Schatter,
John Lydon,
Eric Dolphy,
B.T. Express,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The J.B.'s,
Nas,
Rotary Connection,
Massinfluence,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arab on Radar,
The Fortunes,
Dual Sessions,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.