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 Finland and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Dice to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Count Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacob Miller,
The Move,
the Swans,
Scott Walker,
Brass Construction,
Crime,
China Crisis,
the Germs,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang of Four,
Maleditus Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joyce Sims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Residents,
Black Flag,
Max Romeo,
The Searchers,
Con Funk Shun,
Vladislav Delay,
Faraquet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smiths,
Model 500,
the Slits,
Ten City,
Outsiders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Skatalites,
KRS-One,
Pierre Henry,
Visage,
World's Most,
Tommy Roe,
Wally Richardson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
Joey Negro,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Starr,
Bob Dylan,
Fear,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Sherman,
Howard Jones,
Oneida,
The Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.