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 Cuba and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Fuzztones to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Juan Atkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grey Daturas,
The Golliwogs,
Marvin Gaye,
Sonic Youth,
The Barracudas,
This Heat,
Dead Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül II,
Arthur Verocai,
Reuben Wilson,
The United States of America,
Harmonia,
Minor Threat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monolake,
Vainqueur,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jandek,
Guru Guru,
X-Ray Spex,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bill Wells,
Buzzcocks,
Nas,
Lalann,
Half Japanese,
Susan Cadogan,
Quantec,
Derrick May,
Pussy Galore,
Second Layer,
Sister Nancy,
The Dead C,
Crash Course in Science,
Mandrill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magma,
Nik Kershaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
Porter Ricks,
The Gap Band,
Cluster,
The Real Kids,
Quando Quango,
a-ha,
The Star Department,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.