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 Afghanistan and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 A Certain Ratio to the rap 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hardrive,
Magma,
These Immortal Souls,
Monks,
The Black Dice,
Scratch Acid,
Alphaville,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
Symarip,
Urselle,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Finger,
The Smiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mantronix,
Bootsy Collins,
FM Einheit,
Easy Going,
Infiniti,
Bluetip,
Echospace,
The Evens,
Todd Terry,
Marvin Gaye,
Youth Brigade,
Pere Ubu,
Icehouse,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Green,
Brand Nubian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Graham Central Station,
The Gun Club,
Traffic Nightmare,
Letta Mbulu,
the Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Steve Hackett,
Piero Umiliani,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül II,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blancmange,
Section 25,
Charles Mingus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Almond,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bad Manners,
Technova,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.