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 Serbia and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barry Ungar to the grunge 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agitation Free,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Residents,
Ludus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boredoms,
Delta 5,
Little Man,
Bobby Womack,
Drexciya,
Bauhaus,
Colin Newman,
Silicon Teens,
Porter Ricks,
Subhumans,
Arthur Verocai,
The New Christs,
Stiv Bators,
Index,
Bobby Sherman,
Guru Guru,
B.T. Express,
X-102,
Hashim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Nirvana,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gichy Dan,
Q65,
Leonard Cohen,
Quadrant,
Gang of Four,
Scan 7,
Hardrive,
the Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
Chris Corsano,
Scion,
The Pretty Things,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monks,
Mark Hollis,
Erykah Badu,
Infiniti,
Organ,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Teasers,
Dead Boys,
The Index,
The Angels of Light,
John Holt,
Iggy Pop,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.