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 Sri Lanka and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
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 organ 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 Boogie Down Productions to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Absolute Body Control,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fuzztones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Skaos,
Magazine,
Pantytec,
U.S. Maple,
Althea and Donna,
The Real Kids,
Pussy Galore,
Ronnie Foster,
AZ,
Radio Birdman,
Eddi Front,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
48th St. Collective,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Second Layer,
The Doors,
Fad Gadget,
Joy Division,
Chris & Cosey,
T. Rex,
Excepter,
The Slackers,
Stetsasonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camberwell Now,
Los Fastidios,
B.T. Express,
Nico,
Quantec,
Scion,
Barry Ungar,
The Dead C,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Seeds,
Pulsallama,
JFA,
Minor Threat,
Dead Boys,
Eurythmics,
Little Man,
Accadde A,
Can,
Iggy Pop,
Livin' Joy,
Hot Snakes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Dolphy,
Rapeman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
L. Decosne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fugazi,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.