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 Belarus and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Brass Construction 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Hot Snakes,
The Count Five,
Colin Newman,
AZ,
Minutemen,
Lower 48,
The Associates,
The Music Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Durutti Column,
Skarface,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mantronix,
Thompson Twins,
The Real Kids,
Sällskapet,
Ultravox,
The Trojans,
Roy Ayers,
New York Dolls,
Jeff Lynne,
Suicide,
John Lydon,
Magazine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Clarke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Zeros,
Easy Going,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yaz,
Q and Not U,
Idris Muhammad,
Royal Trux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Kinks,
Dorothy Ashby,
La Düsseldorf,
The Pretty Things,
LL Cool J,
The Young Rascals,
Toni Rubio,
Moby Grape,
Terry Callier,
DJ Sneak,
Black Pus,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
Qualms,
The Wake,
Blancmange,
Symarip,
Flamin' Groovies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Guru Guru,
Schoolly D,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.