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 Slovenia and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Rites of Spring to the jazz 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Evens,
The Black Dice,
Rites of Spring,
Drexciya,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Juan Atkins,
The Litter,
Lou Christie,
Oneida,
The Gun Club,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wings,
ABC,
T.S.O.L.,
Young Marble Giants,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dave Gahan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faust,
Archie Shepp,
10cc,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Wyatt,
Aloha Tigers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Con Funk Shun,
Sister Nancy,
Guru Guru,
Nico,
One Last Wish,
Mission of Burma,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantytec,
Lakeside,
Marmalade,
CMW,
The Doors,
Charles Mingus,
Ludus,
Pere Ubu,
The Knickerbockers,
The Misunderstood,
Junior Murvin,
The Offenders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
The Remains,
Terry Callier,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lyres,
The Red Krayola,
Tres Demented,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Green,
Y Pants,
Warren Ellis,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.