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 Mali and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 Ituana to the crunk 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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Real Kids,
Hashim,
Hardrive,
The Grass Roots,
The Durutti Column,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cure,
Unrelated Segments,
One Last Wish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Byrd,
Bill Wells,
Bill Near,
Fat Boys,
John Holt,
Camberwell Now,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flash Fearless,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Porter Ricks,
Duran Duran,
Subhumans,
Black Moon,
The Smoke,
Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
Nirvana,
Jandek,
Sonic Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Stooges,
Easy Going,
Agitation Free,
Kayak,
Sight & Sound,
The Star Department,
Audionom,
Public Enemy,
The Count Five,
The Victims,
Pantaleimon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Surgeon,
Barrington Levy,
Crash Course in Science,
Althea and Donna,
Pussy Galore,
Negative Approach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tears for Fears,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Standells,
Sun City Girls,
Nils Olav,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.