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 Libya and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Animal Collective to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Trumans Water,
Stiv Bators,
Wasted Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Real Kids,
John Cale,
Kas Product,
The Dave Clark Five,
Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
kango's stein massive,
The Busters,
Reagan Youth,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Animal Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Lydon,
Second Layer,
Robert Wyatt,
Patti Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Happenings,
Franke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Piero Umiliani,
Moebius,
Make Up,
David Axelrod,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television Personalities,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reuben Wilson,
Hasil Adkins,
Subhumans,
The Searchers,
Quantec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soulsonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
Yellowson,
Vladislav Delay,
Pagans,
Ultravox,
the Sonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suburban Knight,
Camberwell Now,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.