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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
David Bowie,
The Beau Brummels,
Sixth Finger,
Inner City,
Gabor Szabo,
Maleditus Sound,
Desert Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Grass Roots,
The Detroit Cobras,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Holt,
New York Dolls,
Cecil Taylor,
OOIOO,
Underground Resistance,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cure,
Sight & Sound,
Pagans,
Fatback Band,
Das Ding,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nik Kershaw,
Skriet,
Pierre Henry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eurythmics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Saccharine Trust,
The Litter,
Chris Corsano,
Darondo,
Cybotron,
Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
LL Cool J,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Axelrod,
The Index,
The Vogues,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Hill,
kango's stein massive,
Faust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare,
Spandau Ballet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tommy Roe,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.