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 Equatorial Guinea and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Lower 48 to the dance 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Moss Icon,
The Remains,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mr. Review,
David Bowie,
Oblivians,
Loose Ends,
Wally Richardson,
The Grass Roots,
Pulsallama,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Hood,
Lalann,
Flash Fearless,
Rapeman,
Tres Demented,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mummies,
the Normal,
Gang of Four,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Names,
Nick Fraelich,
Stiv Bators,
Pierre Henry,
Organ,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fad Gadget,
Danielle Patucci,
Procol Harum,
CMW,
Animal Collective,
Charles Mingus,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxy Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
UT,
Steve Hackett,
The Gladiators,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Near,
The Victims,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry's Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wasted Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Throbbing Gristle,
The American Breed,
The Cowsills,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lightning Bolt,
Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.