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 Tanzania and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aswad to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cure,
UT,
Groovy Waters,
Sixth Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blake Baxter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young,
The Fuzztones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dual Sessions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Steve Hackett,
Tres Demented,
Gong,
Das Ding,
The Dead C,
Agent Orange,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minny Pops,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
L. Decosne,
Monolake,
Arcadia,
Nico,
The Cramps,
The Toasters,
Eurythmics,
The Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Section 25,
Thompson Twins,
The Motions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
R.M.O.,
Sonny Sharrock,
La Düsseldorf,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed,
Fluxion,
Fatback Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Inner City,
Nils Olav,
Cal Tjader,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magma,
Soul II Soul,
Black Pus,
Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Model 500,
Scan 7,
The Birthday Party,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.