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 Turkmenistan and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fort Wilson Riot 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalann,
The Birthday Party,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Negative Approach,
The Invisible,
DJ Style,
Suicide,
Neil Young,
The Black Dice,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dave Gahan,
Angry Samoans,
Heaven 17,
James White and The Blacks,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Sonics,
Khruangbin,
Hot Snakes,
The Vogues,
Sound Behaviour,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Copeland,
Excepter,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul Sonic Force,
Qualms,
Donald Byrd,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed,
Vainqueur,
Dual Sessions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Von Mondo,
Marmalade,
UT,
EPMD,
Absolute Body Control,
The Happenings,
The Raincoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Wells,
Banda Bassotti,
Minor Threat,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Stooges,
Scratch Acid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Sherman,
Gichy Dan,
Mission of Burma,
Nils Olav,
Fad Gadget,
Guru Guru,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.