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 India and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the punk 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Byron Stingily,
Pere Ubu,
Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bluetip,
The Evens,
The Five Americans,
Malaria!,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Görl,
Max Romeo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eddi Front,
Amazonics,
Monolake,
Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Cheater Slicks,
The Martian,
MDC,
The Kinks,
Junior Murvin,
Second Layer,
Moss Icon,
Scientists,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Clarke,
Dave Gahan,
The Slackers,
Joe Finger,
Half Japanese,
The Durutti Column,
Pylon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crime,
Newcleus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
H. Thieme,
Intrusion,
Marc Almond,
The Flesh Eaters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Audionom,
Delta 5,
Bizarre Inc.,
China Crisis,
The Motions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tommy Roe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Au Pairs,
The Mummies,
Slick Rick,
Charles Mingus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.