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 Serbia and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Spandau Ballet,
the Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Move,
Henry Cow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joyce Sims,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pulsallama,
Average White Band,
The New Christs,
The Standells,
The Stooges,
Quadrant,
Brothers Johnson,
This Heat,
The Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
The Knickerbockers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Kinks,
Dead Boys,
Byron Stingily,
The Vogues,
James White and The Blacks,
Althea and Donna,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Darondo,
Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dead C,
Jeff Lynne,
Popol Vuh,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wally Richardson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Outsiders,
Cymande,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Connie Case,
The Divine Comedy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faraquet,
Ronnie Foster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
ABBA,
Oneida,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Victims,
DJ Sneak,
Half Japanese,
Alphaville,
Hasil Adkins,
Japan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.