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 Senegal and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 World's Most to the grime 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bob Dylan,
Model 500,
Joensuu 1685,
Bluetip,
Dorothy Ashby,
Albert Ayler,
The Doors,
The Birthday Party,
The Selecter,
The Busters,
Japan,
The Human League,
The Martian,
Symarip,
Icehouse,
The Cure,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moleskins,
Fat Boys,
Ten City,
Public Enemy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
The Moody Blues,
The Monks,
Pantaleimon,
Sällskapet,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Green,
Eric Copeland,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Hood,
Barry Ungar,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fall,
Rakim,
The Vogues,
Moby Grape,
Swans,
Bad Manners,
Ken Boothe,
Leonard Cohen,
The Beau Brummels,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fugazi,
Trumans Water,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Swans,
Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
Q65,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jacques Brel,
The Velvet Underground,
The Five Americans,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.