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 Papua New Guinea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Make Up to the punk 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The Walker Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sex Pistols,
Rosa Yemen,
Newcleus,
Funky Four + One,
Alison Limerick,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gun Club,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Associates,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Schoolly D,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Charles Mingus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerri Chandler,
The Litter,
Funkadelic,
UT,
The Barracudas,
the Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zero Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Simply Red,
Loose Ends,
The Skatalites,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABC,
Dennis Brown,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barclay James Harvest,
Section 25,
Sarah Menescal,
Kenny Larkin,
Tears for Fears,
Barbara Tucker,
8 Eyed Spy,
Essential Logic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gap Band,
Swell Maps,
Das Ding,
June of 44,
Procol Harum,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang On A Can,
Spoonie Gee,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mr. Review,
Chris & Cosey,
Pulsallama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Move,
The New Christs,
PIL,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.