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 Indonesia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Techniques to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Mark Hollis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Terry,
Crime,
The Doors,
The Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jawbox,
Bob Dylan,
Eden Ahbez,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Leonard Cohen,
Cal Tjader,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Juan Atkins,
The Birthday Party,
Bizarre Inc.,
CMW,
The Saints,
Bobby Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Easy Going,
Shuggie Otis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
FM Einheit,
Henry Cow,
Desert Stars,
Altered Images,
Subhumans,
The Remains,
Scott Walker,
Mission of Burma,
Metal Thangz,
Stetsasonic,
Blancmange,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slick Rick,
Dead Boys,
Roxette,
AZ,
Sam Rivers,
Sex Pistols,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rites of Spring,
Fela Kuti,
Sandy B,
Lucky Dragons,
Wasted Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
Scan 7,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Au Pairs,
Steve Hackett,
Section 25,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.