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 Slovakia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Porter Ricks to the dance 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Minnie Riperton,
Wire,
Steve Hackett,
Pantaleimon,
The Birthday Party,
Swell Maps,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ornette Coleman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June of 44,
Man Parrish,
FM Einheit,
Camberwell Now,
The Cramps,
The Skatalites,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Dolphy,
Ituana,
Byron Stingily,
Easy Going,
Lalo Schifrin,
Junior Murvin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nico,
Goldenarms,
Sister Nancy,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smoke,
Albert Ayler,
A Certain Ratio,
Little Man,
Arab on Radar,
Joyce Sims,
The Raincoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker,
Barrington Levy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun City Girls,
The Wake,
The Associates,
Babytalk,
Roxette,
Don Cherry,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Angels of Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerrie Biddell,
James White and The Blacks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Saccharine Trust,
Icehouse,
The Toasters,
Mandrill,
Lou Christie,
Peter and Kerry,
The Standells,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.