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 Dominican Republic and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mad Mike to the jazz 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Derrick May,
Black Bananas,
Peter & Gordon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wings,
John Foxx,
Section 25,
June of 44,
The Move,
Sandy B,
The Saints,
Dave Gahan,
Skarface,
Bang On A Can,
MC5,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hoover,
the Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Godley & Creme,
Skaos,
The Index,
The Residents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television Personalities,
Marmalade,
The Fugs,
Excepter,
Funky Four + One,
John Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Liliput,
Rites of Spring,
The Smiths,
Rotary Connection,
Al Stewart,
Siglo XX,
Monks,
The Mummies,
Metal Thangz,
Sällskapet,
The Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
Soulsonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
Cybotron,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Adolescents,
Fugazi,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boz Scaggs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Josef K,
Procol Harum,
Urselle,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.