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 Greece and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 New Age Steppers to the disco 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Y Pants,
Interpol,
The Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fad Gadget,
cv313,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aswad,
The Trojans,
Cecil Taylor,
Quando Quango,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Birthday Party,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crime,
Barry Ungar,
Yusef Lateef,
The Litter,
The Dirtbombs,
Massinfluence,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter & Gordon,
Cymande,
Robert Wyatt,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
Rakim,
Radiohead,
Rekid,
Althea and Donna,
Loose Ends,
Gang Starr,
Alphaville,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suburban Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Steve Hackett,
Chrome,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fatback Band,
Bob Dylan,
Severed Heads,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
MC5,
Nico,
Underground Resistance,
The Gun Club,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.