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 Ecuador 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Flamin' Groovies to the electroclash 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Tubeway Army,
Aural Exciters,
Nas,
Au Pairs,
Electric Prunes,
Organ,
Accadde A,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smoke,
The Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smiths,
KRS-One,
The Divine Comedy,
Wasted Youth,
Cluster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Trojans,
The Fall,
Hot Snakes,
Adolescents,
Eli Mardock,
Quantec,
the Sonics,
Gang Starr,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rekid,
The Monochrome Set,
Donny Hathaway,
Barry Ungar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Durutti Column,
X-101,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Half Japanese,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry's Kids,
Jandek,
Althea and Donna,
Inner City,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Bowie,
Kool Moe Dee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Five Americans,
Public Enemy,
Mark Hollis,
The Wake,
Japan,
Moss Icon,
Motorama,
The Blues Magoos,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terry Callier,
Duran Duran,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.