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 Ivory Coast and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sister Nancy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Morten Harket,
The Star Department,
The Residents,
Q and Not U,
Barry Ungar,
Cecil Taylor,
Bauhaus,
Tubeway Army,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mad Mike,
Ludus,
Funkadelic,
A Certain Ratio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul II Soul,
OOIOO,
the Normal,
Nico,
Scott Walker,
Moebius,
Qualms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Bowie,
The Leaves,
Rapeman,
Danielle Patucci,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
Cybotron,
Desert Stars,
Ponytail,
Rekid,
Warren Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swans,
Cluster,
The Litter,
Ronan,
E-Dancer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
Youth Brigade,
Lightning Bolt,
Scratch Acid,
Crooked Eye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Sam Rivers,
The Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fat Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skaos,
Flash Fearless,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.