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 the UAE and from Hong Kong.
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 Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Wasted Youth to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ten City,
Young Marble Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Porter Ricks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roger Hodgson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Audionom,
Marvin Gaye,
Pussy Galore,
The Martian,
Franke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gun Club,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cowsills,
Youth Brigade,
The Stooges,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
D'Angelo,
The Smoke,
Mark Hollis,
Curtis Mayfield,
KRS-One,
T. Rex,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maurizio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Steve Hackett,
The Evens,
Pulsallama,
Chrome,
Bad Manners,
Rod Modell,
Outsiders,
Freddie Wadling,
Jawbox,
Trumans Water,
X-101,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Litter,
Joensuu 1685,
Sandy B,
Blake Baxter,
The Real Kids,
Thompson Twins,
The Moody Blues,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronnie Foster,
The Saints,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Newcleus,
The Buckinghams,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
JFA,
Dave Gahan,
Soulsonic Force,
The Motions,
The Fortunes,
Idris Muhammad,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.