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 Bolivia and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Swans to the grunge 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pere Ubu,
The Mummies,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
LL Cool J,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric B and Rakim,
Max Romeo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Görl,
Lakeside,
The Alarm Clocks,
Excepter,
Moss Icon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roger Hodgson,
Rakim,
David McCallum,
Bootsy Collins,
kango's stein massive,
The Associates,
Fear,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unrelated Segments,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suicide,
R.M.O.,
Barry Ungar,
Aural Exciters,
Ultravox,
Harry Pussy,
Darondo,
Slave,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scientists,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Clarke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Das Ding,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Danielle Patucci,
Severed Heads,
In Retrospect,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moody Blues,
New Age Steppers,
Quadrant,
Minutemen,
Roxy Music,
Funky Four + One,
the Germs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.