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 Nicaragua and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Skriet to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Interpol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barrington Levy,
Half Japanese,
The Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Metal Thangz,
Masters at Work,
Scott Walker,
Idris Muhammad,
PIL,
MC5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rosa Yemen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Litter,
Jacques Brel,
Ice-T,
Whodini,
Gabor Szabo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fatback Band,
the Germs,
Swell Maps,
the Human League,
Eurythmics,
Wings,
Yaz,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gun Club,
Loose Ends,
Silicon Teens,
Echospace,
Technova,
Jimmy McGriff,
E-Dancer,
Crooked Eye,
Minny Pops,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
John Holt,
Mandrill,
Pierre Henry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris Corsano,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Kinks,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aural Exciters,
Liliput,
Symarip,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dead Boys,
Q and Not U,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantytec,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.