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 Samoa and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 ABC to the punk 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Marmalade,
Patti Smith,
Ponytail,
Darondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
FM Einheit,
Ken Boothe,
The Residents,
Infiniti,
Toni Rubio,
Make Up,
Rakim,
Spandau Ballet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arab on Radar,
Adolescents,
cv313,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dirtbombs,
The Happenings,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Niagra,
Iggy Pop,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
UT,
the Sonics,
Surgeon,
Scientists,
Sister Nancy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Tremeloes,
Thompson Twins,
Dark Day,
Dennis Brown,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra,
Blossom Toes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Lynne,
The Durutti Column,
The Techniques,
Rotary Connection,
Stiv Bators,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül,
Grey Daturas,
Rosa Yemen,
Mad Mike,
Reagan Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Barclay James Harvest,
MC5,
The Vogues,
Sparks,
Massinfluence,
kango's stein massive,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.