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 Korea North and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joyce Sims to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Nils Olav,
Porter Ricks,
John Lydon,
Slick Rick,
Marvin Gaye,
Sixth Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
Arthur Verocai,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dead C,
Parry Music,
Mandrill,
Wally Richardson,
Eurythmics,
Kaleidoscope,
World's Most,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra,
Robert Wyatt,
Joensuu 1685,
Deepchord,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Searchers,
The Angels of Light,
Reagan Youth,
The Leaves,
Bluetip,
The Move,
Donald Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deadbeat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Japan,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Litter,
Nirvana,
The Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
H. Thieme,
A Certain Ratio,
Circle Jerks,
Mantronix,
DJ Sneak,
Moebius,
June of 44,
The Star Department,
The Cowsills,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Selecter,
The Beau Brummels,
Pole,
Supertramp,
Qualms,
The Motions,
The Stooges,
Depeche Mode,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.