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 Spokane.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tim Buckley to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 Slits,
Henry Cow,
Mantronix,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
Oblivians,
The Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stiv Bators,
The Fortunes,
The Trojans,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spandau Ballet,
Quantec,
Crispy Ambulance,
MC5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Arab on Radar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Names,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Evens,
The Count Five,
The Stooges,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hoover,
Jawbox,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
Ice-T,
Thompson Twins,
Altered Images,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Susan Cadogan,
David Axelrod,
Q and Not U,
The Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
Scan 7,
Deadbeat,
Glenn Branca,
Nirvana,
Kerri Chandler,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacob Miller,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Germs,
Eurythmics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scientists,
The Standells,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.