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 Djibouti and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Johnny Clarke to the grunge 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The Pretty Things,
Quantec,
Sixth Finger,
Adolescents,
Bluetip,
Unwound,
The Moleskins,
Drexciya,
Shoche,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smiths,
Sarah Menescal,
Section 25,
Pussy Galore,
Organ,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Copeland,
X-101,
Byron Stingily,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thompson Twins,
The Seeds,
New York Dolls,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra,
Judy Mowatt,
The Grass Roots,
Fat Boys,
The Fall,
The Divine Comedy,
Livin' Joy,
Basic Channel,
Faraquet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heaven 17,
The Names,
Warsaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erykah Badu,
The Cowsills,
Mo-Dettes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Steve Hackett,
Toni Rubio,
The Martian,
Kurtis Blow,
The Happenings,
Ronan,
Sällskapet,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare,
Lyres,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Human League,
Arcadia,
Lucky Dragons,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.