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 Botswana and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Lonnie Liston Smith 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rod Modell,
T.S.O.L.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wally Richardson,
Motorama,
Fluxion,
Oblivians,
Hasil Adkins,
Q65,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q and Not U,
Crooked Eye,
Nirvana,
Kerrie Biddell,
Television Personalities,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Goldenarms,
Pole,
Shoche,
Fugazi,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter and Kerry,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Womack,
Glenn Branca,
L. Decosne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rekid,
The Searchers,
Erykah Badu,
Radio Birdman,
Fat Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Moon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rites of Spring,
The Music Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Hill,
The Names,
Connie Case,
Accadde A,
Flipper,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Archie Shepp,
Reagan Youth,
John Lydon,
Max Romeo,
Reuben Wilson,
Skaos,
Joe Finger,
Y Pants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sam Rivers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.