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 United Kingdom and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Crash Course in Science to the jazz 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Urselle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Sheep,
Lightning Bolt,
UT,
Stereo Dub,
Guru Guru,
10cc,
Letta Mbulu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
The Music Machine,
Fugazi,
The Fall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tears for Fears,
Skriet,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pop Group,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terry Callier,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boz Scaggs,
Con Funk Shun,
Nirvana,
The Real Kids,
Depeche Mode,
Half Japanese,
Jawbox,
Alton Ellis,
David McCallum,
The Stooges,
Ludus,
Organ,
JFA,
Black Pus,
Eddi Front,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Wells,
Glambeats Corp.,
Schoolly D,
The Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
Pussy Galore,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Moon,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June of 44,
Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.