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 Macedonia 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum 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 David McCallum to the punk 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Christie,
Siglo XX,
Das Ding,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Music Machine,
Japan,
Joensuu 1685,
Skaos,
Bauhaus,
Ronan,
The Grass Roots,
Jacques Brel,
Eve St. Jones,
New York Dolls,
The Pop Group,
Camouflage,
Loose Ends,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zero Boys,
OOIOO,
The Moody Blues,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visage,
Gabor Szabo,
Mandrill,
Marine Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boz Scaggs,
Althea and Donna,
Albert Ayler,
Sällskapet,
Gichy Dan,
Dual Sessions,
The Saints,
The Smiths,
The Skatalites,
Surgeon,
Laurel Aitken,
John Lydon,
Television Personalities,
Crime,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jawbox,
Sexual Harrassment,
Main Source,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
AZ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grauzone,
Ohio Players,
B.T. Express,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.