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 Azerbaijan and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Velvet Underground to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zero Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Peter and Kerry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Motorama,
Gong,
The Tremeloes,
Laurel Aitken,
Pagans,
The Walker Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
The Detroit Cobras,
La Düsseldorf,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alison Limerick,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Style,
Skriet,
MC5,
Cabaret Voltaire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monolake,
The Fugs,
Shuggie Otis,
Heaven 17,
Roxette,
Pantytec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Simply Red,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
cv313,
The Names,
Amon Düül II,
James White and The Blacks,
Bad Manners,
Agent Orange,
Sandy B,
Rekid,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed,
Barrington Levy,
Wings,
Brass Construction,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Byron Stingily,
Black Flag,
Monks,
Patti Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Procol Harum,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlback,
Janne Schatter,
Pussy Galore,
The Human League,
Buzzcocks,
Pierre Henry,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.