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 Uzbekistan and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Excepter to the grunge 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Skatalites,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Babytalk,
Lyres,
Hardrive,
The Blackbyrds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul II Soul,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rekid,
Patti Smith,
Altered Images,
Sister Nancy,
Joey Negro,
Amazonics,
Motorama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eddi Front,
The Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joensuu 1685,
Blancmange,
Nas,
Ohio Players,
Pere Ubu,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-102,
Cheater Slicks,
The Neon Judgement,
Josef K,
K-Klass,
Neil Young,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q and Not U,
Guru Guru,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brick,
Crash Course in Science,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
48th St. Collective,
Technova,
The Happenings,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.