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 Nicaragua and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Underground Resistance to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Y Pants,
Lightning Bolt,
Massinfluence,
The Fugs,
Pantytec,
The Toasters,
Kurtis Blow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Remains,
Model 500,
Magma,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris Corsano,
the Normal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dark Day,
Japan,
Man Parrish,
The Real Kids,
The Smoke,
Dennis Brown,
Ultimate Spinach,
Make Up,
The Moody Blues,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alphaville,
John Coltrane,
The Pop Group,
The Martian,
Arab on Radar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dead C,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sugar Minott,
Heaven 17,
The Grass Roots,
Angry Samoans,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Raincoats,
Ronan,
Lou Reed,
Half Japanese,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Smooth,
The Doors,
Pantaleimon,
Deepchord,
Crash Course in Science,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cowsills,
Ten City,
Oneida,
John Lydon,
Desert Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Teasers,
Procol Harum,
Radio Birdman,
Wolf Eyes,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.