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 Bahamas and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Avey Tare to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Television Personalities,
The New Christs,
Sandy B,
the Swans,
Skaos,
The Last Poets,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cowsills,
Alphaville,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Sneak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bluetip,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Style,
Monks,
The Young Rascals,
Minnie Riperton,
The Martian,
Rapeman,
Hoover,
Mo-Dettes,
Don Cherry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gichy Dan,
Boredoms,
Agitation Free,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
The Durutti Column,
Sixth Finger,
Pagans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scion,
Faraquet,
Eli Mardock,
Das Ding,
Anakelly,
The Alarm Clocks,
Guru Guru,
Depeche Mode,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ohio Players,
Barry Ungar,
Ponytail,
The Sonics,
Joy Division,
Sexual Harrassment,
Franke,
Prince Buster,
Gang Green,
Sister Nancy,
Grey Daturas,
The Litter,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.