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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Anakelly to the techno 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Wasted Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Urselle,
Reuben Wilson,
Cheater Slicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siglo XX,
David McCallum,
Quando Quango,
K-Klass,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roxy Music,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slits,
Massinfluence,
Joyce Sims,
the Slits,
Bush Tetras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scratch Acid,
Josef K,
Eve St. Jones,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smiths,
Black Sheep,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pole,
Matthew Bourne,
Blossom Toes,
The Monochrome Set,
The Barracudas,
Moby Grape,
Robert Hood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Los Fastidios,
Pussy Galore,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
Fela Kuti,
Erykah Badu,
Archie Shepp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Essential Logic,
Duran Duran,
Infiniti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ossler,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wings,
Marmalade,
Jeff Mills,
ABBA,
Grauzone,
Fear,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed,
Malaria!,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.