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 Angola and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sonic Youth to the grunge 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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barry Ungar,
The Move,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donald Byrd,
Dark Day,
Animal Collective,
Glenn Branca,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronnie Foster,
Boz Scaggs,
Neu!,
Lightning Bolt,
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Sneak,
Rites of Spring,
David McCallum,
The Tremeloes,
Excepter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Trojans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Prince Buster,
Harmonia,
The Fuzztones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fugazi,
John Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
Das Ding,
Von Mondo,
Television,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronan,
The Kinks,
The Durutti Column,
Cecil Taylor,
Wally Richardson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sound Behaviour,
kango's stein massive,
Monks,
Procol Harum,
Hot Snakes,
Little Man,
The Modern Lovers,
X-101,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cowsills,
The Young Rascals,
Kerrie Biddell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alice Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.