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 Bangladesh and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sisters of Mercy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Bill Wells,
Lindisfarne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cure,
Sex Pistols,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maurizio,
Nico,
the Sonics,
Whodini,
The Techniques,
Severed Heads,
Scrapy,
Stetsasonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Duran Duran,
Albert Ayler,
Spoonie Gee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fugs,
48th St. Collective,
One Last Wish,
The Count Five,
Black Moon,
Mars,
Faust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Misunderstood,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Angels of Light,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
Make Up,
The Grass Roots,
The Selecter,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
Godley & Creme,
Mr. Review,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Teasers,
Archie Shepp,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
Q65,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Youth Brigade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crooked Eye,
Kaleidoscope,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.