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 Libya and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Pantaleimon to the grunge 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Star Department,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Freddie Wadling,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Count Five,
The Mummies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bad Manners,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mission of Burma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ohio Players,
Cabaret Voltaire,
CMW,
Joe Finger,
The Martian,
Dorothy Ashby,
Technova,
U.S. Maple,
Fatback Band,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare,
Amazonics,
June Days,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Accadde A,
Supertramp,
Lou Christie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Pus,
Nik Kershaw,
Section 25,
The Tremeloes,
The Vogues,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Certain Ratio,
Spandau Ballet,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultravox,
The Invisible,
Porter Ricks,
Arcadia,
Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Smog,
Yusef Lateef,
Moebius,
Tres Demented,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.