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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grunge 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Blancmange,
June Days,
The Neon Judgement,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Dolphy,
10cc,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doors,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hashim,
Robert Hood,
The Angels of Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dead C,
AZ,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gladiators,
Q and Not U,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Popol Vuh,
The United States of America,
Darondo,
Deadbeat,
Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Prince Buster,
Aaron Thompson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gories,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Music Machine,
Ultra Naté,
E-Dancer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wasted Youth,
the Human League,
Mark Hollis,
Black Flag,
kango's stein massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Basic Channel,
Gichy Dan,
Pantaleimon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.