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 Bulgaria and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Boredoms to the grunge 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Byron Stingily,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Sonics,
The Fugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Golliwogs,
Jawbox,
Shuggie Otis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bad Manners,
Public Enemy,
Howard Jones,
Man Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
Crooked Eye,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lucky Dragons,
Maurizio,
Dennis Brown,
Jandek,
10cc,
48th St. Collective,
DNA,
The Five Americans,
Tears for Fears,
Suburban Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pylon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry's Kids,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Sheep,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kayak,
John Lydon,
Wolf Eyes,
Iggy Pop,
Ken Boothe,
Main Source,
The Moody Blues,
Urselle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Searchers,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül,
The Skatalites,
The Zeros,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Holt,
Unrelated Segments,
Scrapy,
AZ,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.