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 Uganda 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Iggy Pop to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
F. McDonald,
a-ha,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Foxx,
The Fortunes,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Hood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Toasters,
Aloha Tigers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
These Immortal Souls,
The United States of America,
Little Man,
John Holt,
The Invisible,
Porter Ricks,
Slave,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Sherman,
The Skatalites,
Alice Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chrome,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Sneak,
Dead Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Faust,
Tubeway Army,
Bluetip,
Eric Copeland,
Warren Ellis,
MC5,
Fluxion,
Y Pants,
Andrew Hill,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash,
ABBA,
EPMD,
Bauhaus,
The Walker Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Offenders,
The Victims,
Animal Collective,
Negative Approach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Bowie,
Guru Guru,
Infiniti,
James White and The Blacks,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.