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 Finland and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Rufus Thomas to the crunk 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
The Standells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alice Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Visage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Skatalites,
The Tremeloes,
Heaven 17,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minor Threat,
Ludus,
Dawn Penn,
The Doors,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül,
Porter Ricks,
The Names,
Derrick May,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang On A Can,
Fatback Band,
The Slackers,
Kayak,
Thompson Twins,
Marine Girls,
Patti Smith,
Schoolly D,
Iggy Pop,
Man Parrish,
UT,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glenn Branca,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABBA,
LL Cool J,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry's Kids,
The New Christs,
The Wake,
Infiniti,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultra Naté,
MDC,
the Germs,
Audionom,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dark Day,
Rekid,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Kinks,
Rapeman,
Urselle,
H. Thieme,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.