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 Malta and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Mad Mike to the rock 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Duran Duran,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
The American Breed,
Symarip,
Radio Birdman,
Amazonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Toasters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gap Band,
Patti Smith,
Oblivians,
Quadrant,
The Cowsills,
The Litter,
Tom Boy,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nik Kershaw,
ABBA,
Robert Hood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agitation Free,
Barry Ungar,
New York Dolls,
Au Pairs,
The Walker Brothers,
Minor Threat,
The Angels of Light,
The Evens,
Matthew Bourne,
Crash Course in Science,
Nas,
Bill Near,
Shoche,
Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Whodini,
Colin Newman,
Trumans Water,
Junior Murvin,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
U.S. Maple,
the Slits,
Groovy Waters,
Sister Nancy,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Residents,
Dawn Penn,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Halsall,
T.S.O.L.,
Frankie Knuckles,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
Prince Buster,
Mission of Burma,
Procol Harum,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.