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 Benin and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Buzzcocks to the rock 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Copeland,
The Vogues,
The Names,
Brass Construction,
EPMD,
Ten City,
Man Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Duran Duran,
Sight & Sound,
Wasted Youth,
MC5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gabor Szabo,
Wolf Eyes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Smog,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pole,
A Certain Ratio,
The American Breed,
The Real Kids,
LL Cool J,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
Sister Nancy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magma,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Magazine,
Tears for Fears,
The Golliwogs,
The Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
Todd Rundgren,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moleskins,
Masters at Work,
The Standells,
Sällskapet,
Sandy B,
John Foxx,
Popol Vuh,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blancmange,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lakeside,
Funkadelic,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.