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 Korea North and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
The New Christs,
The Stooges,
David McCallum,
Lungfish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lyres,
The Cure,
The Saints,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yusef Lateef,
Pantytec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispy Ambulance,
Joyce Sims,
Q65,
The Neon Judgement,
Popol Vuh,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The J.B.'s,
Anakelly,
The Trojans,
Bobby Byrd,
June of 44,
David Axelrod,
Duran Duran,
Nirvana,
The Fortunes,
Niagra,
the Association,
The Remains,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skriet,
The Five Americans,
Soulsonic Force,
The Selecter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Outsiders,
Quando Quango,
Ralphi Rosario,
R.M.O.,
Average White Band,
Infiniti,
Monks,
PIL,
Matthew Halsall,
These Immortal Souls,
The Buckinghams,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slick Rick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Franke,
Slave,
Royal Trux,
Robert Wyatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tommy Roe,
Lalann,
Aswad,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.