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 Luxembourg and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Martian to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
Wasted Youth,
Scan 7,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slackers,
Johnny Clarke,
New York Dolls,
The Doors,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Franke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cowsills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Leonard Cohen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Freddie Wadling,
Isaac Hayes,
China Crisis,
Talk Talk,
The Victims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Music Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Piero Umiliani,
Mr. Review,
Brick,
The Blackbyrds,
10cc,
Gang of Four,
The Techniques,
Soft Cell,
The Monks,
Yellowson,
Eve St. Jones,
Scientists,
Mad Mike,
Soul II Soul,
Soul Sonic Force,
Severed Heads,
Joy Division,
Alton Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rekid,
John Lydon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fatback Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Camouflage,
Ornette Coleman,
Vainqueur,
Barry Ungar,
The Birthday Party,
Chris & Cosey,
John Holt,
Metal Thangz,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.