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 Luxembourg and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Joe Smooth to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Blossom Toes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
KRS-One,
Visage,
Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
Tres Demented,
Jimmy McGriff,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Busters,
Chrome,
The Moody Blues,
Lucky Dragons,
Technova,
DNA,
Mantronix,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smoke,
Yellowson,
Robert Wyatt,
Sight & Sound,
The Associates,
the Bar-Kays,
Thompson Twins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thee Headcoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cal Tjader,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skaos,
Funkadelic,
Con Funk Shun,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marmalade,
Scion,
Zero Boys,
Stiv Bators,
D'Angelo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Urselle,
Quadrant,
Model 500,
Gang Green,
Agitation Free,
a-ha,
Spandau Ballet,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Remains,
Supertramp,
The Kinks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gun Club,
Main Source,
The Star Department,
Gong,
Jandek,
Throbbing Gristle,
Los Fastidios,
Talk Talk,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.