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 Norway and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Robert Palmer 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 Wings to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lyres,
Outsiders,
Aaron Thompson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Darondo,
Negative Approach,
Tim Buckley,
Tres Demented,
John Lydon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June Days,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
The Litter,
Kas Product,
Marine Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
The Divine Comedy,
Bluetip,
Clear Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kenny Larkin,
The Grass Roots,
AZ,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sound,
The Smiths,
Vladislav Delay,
World's Most,
Warsaw,
Panda Bear,
Circle Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
Accadde A,
Stereo Dub,
Black Pus,
Sun City Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sällskapet,
Colin Newman,
Eric Dolphy,
a-ha,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minny Pops,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Last Poets,
Sonny Sharrock,
MC5,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Age Steppers,
U.S. Maple,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Interpol,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hardrive,
Inner City,
The Walker Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.