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 St Lucia and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Black Bananas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Robert Wyatt,
Index,
Nico,
Harmonia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arcadia,
The Gories,
Mandrill,
Half Japanese,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sixth Finger,
Pussy Galore,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Tremeloes,
Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül,
Roger Hodgson,
D'Angelo,
the Swans,
Lou Reed,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young,
Section 25,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Five Americans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liliput,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
the Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nas,
The Dirtbombs,
Aloha Tigers,
Brass Construction,
Q and Not U,
Amazonics,
Connie Case,
The Residents,
Monks,
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joy Division,
JFA,
Warsaw,
Pantytec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Desert Stars,
Magazine,
Nick Fraelich,
Oblivians,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Enemy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.