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 Tanzania 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the grime 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Skarface,
Roger Hodgson,
The Selecter,
Ultra Naté,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Five Americans,
Royal Trux,
Soul II Soul,
Lucky Dragons,
The Music Machine,
Ten City,
Maleditus Sound,
Zero Boys,
FM Einheit,
Surgeon,
Prince Buster,
Michelle Simonal,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slits,
Bootsy Collins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Adolescents,
Icehouse,
Matthew Bourne,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tubeway Army,
Anthony Braxton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sister Nancy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Organ,
Minny Pops,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moebius,
Visage,
Marvin Gaye,
Agitation Free,
Ohio Players,
Nils Olav,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
L. Decosne,
Warsaw,
The Cramps,
Alice Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.