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 Maldives and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Skatalites to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Sheep,
Black Flag,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roger Hodgson,
Josef K,
Delta 5,
Newcleus,
The Pop Group,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blackbyrds,
Harmonia,
The Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jandek,
Prince Buster,
The Slits,
This Heat,
Absolute Body Control,
Q and Not U,
The Martian,
The Wake,
Bluetip,
Camberwell Now,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Wyatt,
Youth Brigade,
Rapeman,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crooked Eye,
Faraquet,
The Associates,
Guru Guru,
Aural Exciters,
Sex Pistols,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lower 48,
Scratch Acid,
Hot Snakes,
The Evens,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marine Girls,
Chrome,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül II,
Fad Gadget,
Erasure,
Sun Ra,
Nico,
Spoonie Gee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grauzone,
Agitation Free,
Ice-T,
The Human League,
Scrapy,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.