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 Kiribati and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
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 organ 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 Bad Manners to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
The Trojans,
The Skatalites,
Intrusion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Misunderstood,
Simply Red,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Seeds,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlback,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Happenings,
Motorama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agent Orange,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Sonics,
Nas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantytec,
Eddi Front,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick May,
Slave,
Stetsasonic,
Anakelly,
Howard Jones,
Interpol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Starr,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
Jawbox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T.S.O.L.,
Morten Harket,
Brass Construction,
Section 25,
The Golliwogs,
The Gun Club,
The Slackers,
The Evens,
Main Source,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick Morgan,
ABC,
Faraquet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mark Hollis,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.