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 Syria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Rakim to the crunk 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 sitar and a theremin 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Animal Collective,
Ice-T,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantytec,
Arcadia,
Japan,
Scrapy,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alton Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
David McCallum,
The Doobie Brothers,
Franke,
Roger Hodgson,
Lower 48,
Prince Buster,
Alphaville,
Zero Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cramps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Accadde A,
10cc,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eve St. Jones,
R.M.O.,
Goldenarms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funkadelic,
H. Thieme,
The Kinks,
Donny Hathaway,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monolake,
Khruangbin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
Marine Girls,
Liliput,
La Düsseldorf,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fire Engines,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brass Construction,
Cal Tjader,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fatback Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Groovy Waters,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.