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 Solomon Islands and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scrapy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radio Birdman,
The J.B.'s,
The Moody Blues,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare,
Lalann,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry's Kids,
Banda Bassotti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Negative Approach,
Dave Gahan,
Oneida,
Lightning Bolt,
Television,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ten City,
The Gun Club,
Deakin,
The Five Americans,
Clear Light,
Pulsallama,
Max Romeo,
Bill Wells,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Misunderstood,
The Trojans,
Das Ding,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blancmange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scrapy,
Gang Green,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
Alphaville,
The Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
John Coltrane,
The Standells,
Ken Boothe,
Gichy Dan,
Skarface,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spoonie Gee,
Inner City,
Popol Vuh,
Yellowson,
DJ Sneak,
The Leaves,
The Index,
Minnie Riperton,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.