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 Hungary and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crooked Eye to the grunge 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Ituana,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sällskapet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Green,
The Move,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Japan,
Scott Walker,
Flash Fearless,
Parry Music,
The Searchers,
The Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
the Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Smog,
New York Dolls,
Brand Nubian,
Boredoms,
Suicide,
The Standells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
Franke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roxy Music,
Bluetip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Junior Murvin,
Heaven 17,
Erasure,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Archie Shepp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Angels of Light,
The Modern Lovers,
Camberwell Now,
Anakelly,
Hardrive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moleskins,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris Corsano,
Camouflage,
Main Source,
K-Klass,
Trumans Water,
The Litter,
Bang On A Can,
Scientists,
The Birthday Party,
Stiv Bators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
AZ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Guru Guru,
The Zeros,
Al Stewart,
Malaria!,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.