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 Portugal and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Michael McDonald 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 Neon Judgement to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pop Group,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lower 48,
The Vogues,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Symarip,
Popol Vuh,
The Mummies,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visage,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stetsasonic,
Y Pants,
the Association,
Bush Tetras,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gong,
Juan Atkins,
Niagra,
Todd Rundgren,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Sonics,
X-102,
Chris Corsano,
Aswad,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter & Gordon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Josef K,
Negative Approach,
Guru Guru,
Tim Buckley,
Sugar Minott,
Sällskapet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Whodini,
Patti Smith,
Severed Heads,
The Barracudas,
Kas Product,
Infiniti,
Metal Thangz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DNA,
Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
Dead Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Tom Boy,
Parry Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cal Tjader,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drexciya,
The Young Rascals,
Tommy Roe,
Can,
The Gap Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.