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 China and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Camouflage 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Soul Sonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Don Cherry,
Rapeman,
Sarah Menescal,
Goldenarms,
Smog,
Minutemen,
Moss Icon,
Patti Smith,
Moby Grape,
48th St. Collective,
The American Breed,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dennis Brown,
John Holt,
Icehouse,
Josef K,
the Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
Pole,
Shuggie Otis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boredoms,
Pulsallama,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nirvana,
Radiohead,
Silicon Teens,
The Trojans,
Ultravox,
Circle Jerks,
Organ,
Quadrant,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
China Crisis,
Von Mondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed,
Scientists,
Japan,
the Association,
Yazoo,
Tubeway Army,
Radio Birdman,
Trumans Water,
Kerri Chandler,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Halsall,
Wally Richardson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris Corsano,
Brick,
David Axelrod,
The Slackers,
The Techniques,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.