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 Venezuela and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
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 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 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 Scott Walker to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
The Fugs,
Donny Hathaway,
Urselle,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
Al Stewart,
L. Decosne,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Standells,
Hardrive,
The Evens,
Black Sheep,
Eli Mardock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Knickerbockers,
Bauhaus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Bananas,
Basic Channel,
The Grass Roots,
Mo-Dettes,
Radio Birdman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Goldenarms,
Zapp,
China Crisis,
Tres Demented,
The Saints,
Unwound,
Tim Buckley,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nils Olav,
Royal Trux,
Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minnie Riperton,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Leaves,
The Slits,
Minny Pops,
The Sound,
Rekid,
CMW,
Section 25,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
the Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Hood,
The Offenders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Letta Mbulu,
D'Angelo,
Television Personalities,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.