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 Slovenia and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Ultravox to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Chris & Cosey,
Bob Dylan,
Carl Craig,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
Anakelly,
Moss Icon,
The Motions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Iggy Pop,
The Real Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Almond,
Tim Buckley,
Jacob Miller,
Maleditus Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
The Happenings,
Q and Not U,
Camberwell Now,
The Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
The Last Poets,
The Invisible,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Byrd,
John Holt,
Mission of Burma,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
Laurel Aitken,
The Count Five,
Swans,
Jandek,
ABC,
The Golliwogs,
Ponytail,
Sandy B,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxy Music,
a-ha,
CMW,
Radiohead,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zero Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
FM Einheit,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young,
Fela Kuti,
Sparks,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.