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 Venezuela and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 UT to the disco 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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Siglo XX,
Procol Harum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Niagra,
The Busters,
Dawn Penn,
Young Marble Giants,
kango's stein massive,
Ultra Naté,
Thee Headcoats,
Shuggie Otis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cowsills,
Gerry Rafferty,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Malaria!,
Patti Smith,
Todd Terry,
Dave Gahan,
Oblivians,
Graham Central Station,
Alice Coltrane,
Whodini,
Massinfluence,
Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
Kaleidoscope,
Agitation Free,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tom Boy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Supertramp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mantronix,
Henry Cow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Easy Going,
H. Thieme,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scientists,
Marvin Gaye,
Ten City,
Rod Modell,
MC5,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television,
the Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scratch Acid,
Wings,
Archie Shepp,
The Misunderstood,
Alphaville,
Terry Callier,
Althea and Donna,
Charles Mingus,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.