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 Uganda and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Sixth Finger to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Minny Pops,
Q and Not U,
Fat Boys,
Josef K,
Ludus,
Public Enemy,
MC5,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacob Miller,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Saints,
The Gun Club,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
Scrapy,
Donald Byrd,
The Happenings,
Quantec,
Agent Orange,
Magma,
Panda Bear,
X-102,
David McCallum,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Johnny Clarke,
Ice-T,
48th St. Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masters at Work,
Robert Wyatt,
Motorama,
Talk Talk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Tremeloes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gichy Dan,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Marine Girls,
The Five Americans,
Warsaw,
Marmalade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Morten Harket,
Tres Demented,
Scan 7,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Rundgren,
Warren Ellis,
The Litter,
Soulsonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
The New Christs,
Cheater Slicks,
Mr. Review,
Crooked Eye,
The Fugs,
The Stooges,
Monolake,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.