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 Yemen and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 The Fugs to the funk 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Altered Images,
Pantytec,
Faust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Five Americans,
The Happenings,
Whodini,
The Sound,
Panda Bear,
Sällskapet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
One Last Wish,
The Birthday Party,
The Mojo Men,
Kerrie Biddell,
These Immortal Souls,
The Offenders,
Rufus Thomas,
Metal Thangz,
The Kinks,
Black Flag,
Wasted Youth,
Dave Gahan,
The Slits,
Neu!,
R.M.O.,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Green,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
World's Most,
Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
the Bar-Kays,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers,
Arcadia,
the Normal,
Harry Pussy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Move,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Laurel Aitken,
Tommy Roe,
China Crisis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nils Olav,
Dawn Penn,
This Heat,
Thee Headcoats,
Shoche,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.