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 Belgium and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 The Blackbyrds to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Music Machine,
Ohio Players,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül,
The Fuzztones,
Howard Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fall,
Robert Wyatt,
Jacques Brel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quadrant,
Los Fastidios,
Mantronix,
MC5,
Little Man,
the Association,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arcadia,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Sherman,
Pylon,
Sam Rivers,
Bronski Beat,
Fela Kuti,
Spoonie Gee,
Lindisfarne,
Kas Product,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eden Ahbez,
Lower 48,
Inner City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
R.M.O.,
Radio Birdman,
Black Bananas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nik Kershaw,
the Bar-Kays,
Scan 7,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mojo Men,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radiohead,
Leonard Cohen,
Thompson Twins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eve St. Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Symarip,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.