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 Dominican Republic and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 JFA to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Kaleidoscope,
The Smoke,
Goldenarms,
Pulsallama,
Eurythmics,
Organ,
Black Moon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magma,
Joensuu 1685,
Reuben Wilson,
Maurizio,
The Happenings,
The Star Department,
Japan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ken Boothe,
Anakelly,
The Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Donald Byrd,
Au Pairs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warsaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
CMW,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Patti Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Glenn Branca,
Max Romeo,
Letta Mbulu,
Babytalk,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Toasters,
Ronan,
The Evens,
Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lakeside,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Victims,
Bauhaus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Cheater Slicks,
T. Rex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joey Negro,
Nils Olav,
The Blackbyrds,
Ohio Players,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
In Retrospect,
10cc,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
UT,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.