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 Comoros and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Holger Czukay 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 Henry Cow to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispian St. Peters,
Parry Music,
The Offenders,
DNA,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Teasers,
Peter & Gordon,
Steve Hackett,
Ludus,
EPMD,
Little Man,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aaron Thompson,
Harmonia,
Suicide,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Howard Jones,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers,
Black Flag,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lower 48,
Circle Jerks,
Quantec,
Siglo XX,
Motorama,
Hot Snakes,
X-102,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fluxion,
Jawbox,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magma,
Banda Bassotti,
The Motions,
T. Rex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arcadia,
Mandrill,
Japan,
Second Layer,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bad Manners,
Rotary Connection,
Rod Modell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cowsills,
The Last Poets,
Nils Olav,
Mars,
The Monks,
Connie Case,
Fad Gadget,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.