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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 the Bar-Kays to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Joe Smooth,
Essential Logic,
The Divine Comedy,
Morten Harket,
Infiniti,
John Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
Scion,
Sarah Menescal,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy Collins,
Nico,
Moss Icon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Easy Going,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül II,
Subhumans,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moleskins,
Lalann,
Iggy Pop,
Dual Sessions,
Marmalade,
Archie Shepp,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lakeside,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harmonia,
The Pretty Things,
Flash Fearless,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rod Modell,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maurizio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Whodini,
Flipper,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oneida,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-102,
Von Mondo,
Q65,
Todd Rundgren,
Judy Mowatt,
Outsiders,
Junior Murvin,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.