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 Belarus and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wolf Eyes,
X-101,
Skriet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fad Gadget,
Hot Snakes,
Roy Ayers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Niagra,
Todd Rundgren,
The Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
Panda Bear,
Cameo,
cv313,
Zero Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronnie Foster,
Simply Red,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visage,
Cybotron,
Magma,
Eve St. Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
Mo-Dettes,
Cecil Taylor,
Spoonie Gee,
Henry Cow,
AZ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Young Rascals,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiohead,
Eli Mardock,
Wire,
Boredoms,
Blancmange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lucky Dragons,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Metal Thangz,
Bad Manners,
Scan 7,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gun Club,
Whodini,
Trumans Water,
Black Bananas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
Can,
Stiv Bators,
The Slackers,
The Dead C,
Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.