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 Burundi and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the rap 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Judy Mowatt,
Pantytec,
The Cowsills,
Fluxion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
kango's stein massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gladiators,
Skarface,
Supertramp,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wings,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Morten Harket,
Dual Sessions,
Arcadia,
Whodini,
Sex Pistols,
Arab on Radar,
The Count Five,
Outsiders,
Boz Scaggs,
Model 500,
Liliput,
The Fall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalann,
Gabor Szabo,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Niagra,
Colin Newman,
Brick,
Clear Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mantronix,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flash Fearless,
Sun City Girls,
Subhumans,
Cybotron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-Ray Spex,
Q and Not U,
Todd Terry,
The Offenders,
Gong,
Blossom Toes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.