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 Italy and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Smiths 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Janne Schatter,
the Slits,
Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anthony Braxton,
Liliput,
the Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Dennis Brown,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maurizio,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Martian,
Scrapy,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Offenders,
The Kinks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Star Department,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Smog,
The Searchers,
the Bar-Kays,
Infiniti,
the Germs,
Skarface,
Theoretical Girls,
Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
Bad Manners,
Popol Vuh,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Davy DMX,
Negative Approach,
Gabor Szabo,
Brand Nubian,
Cameo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
PIL,
Oblivians,
ABC,
Gang Green,
Little Man,
Blake Baxter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dirtbombs,
Arcadia,
Pagans,
The Doors,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Associates,
Bronski Beat,
Joy Division,
Spandau Ballet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.