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 Dominica and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 The Victims to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Second Layer,
Soul II Soul,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heaven 17,
Rod Modell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Saccharine Trust,
Interpol,
The J.B.'s,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Enemy,
Procol Harum,
Drexciya,
Mantronix,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barry Ungar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monks,
Can,
Davy DMX,
Lindisfarne,
Nirvana,
Leonard Cohen,
A Certain Ratio,
The Pretty Things,
New Order,
Albert Ayler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Metal Thangz,
MC5,
Marine Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wolf Eyes,
Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
The Last Poets,
Althea and Donna,
Max Romeo,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mo-Dettes,
Audionom,
Jeff Mills,
Easy Going,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Adolescents,
L. Decosne,
The Cowsills,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Sheep,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.