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 New Zealand and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David Bowie 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 Arthur Verocai to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Robert Hood,
Ornette Coleman,
Kenny Larkin,
Stereo Dub,
The Last Poets,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spandau Ballet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Michelle Simonal,
Cal Tjader,
The Trojans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Flag,
Barbara Tucker,
E-Dancer,
Masters at Work,
Tim Buckley,
MC5,
Amazonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
Sound Behaviour,
Funkadelic,
Severed Heads,
Tommy Roe,
Mad Mike,
Deepchord,
Pussy Galore,
PIL,
Donald Byrd,
Quando Quango,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kurtis Blow,
Make Up,
Dead Boys,
Aswad,
Don Cherry,
The Birthday Party,
The Leaves,
Surgeon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wasted Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kayak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Remains,
The Sound,
Eddi Front,
Theoretical Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Half Japanese,
Graham Central Station,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun City Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Average White Band,
Intrusion,
The Smiths,
Reagan Youth,
K-Klass,
Public Enemy,
Camberwell Now,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.