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 Haiti and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Wire to the grunge 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Wings,
Brothers Johnson,
John Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erasure,
The Knickerbockers,
Archie Shepp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Organ,
Lindisfarne,
Alphaville,
Audionom,
Bad Manners,
Absolute Body Control,
Wally Richardson,
Pussy Galore,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gong,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Real Kids,
Skriet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eurythmics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Bourne,
Fatback Band,
Brand Nubian,
Deadbeat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Judy Mowatt,
The Saints,
Idris Muhammad,
The Litter,
Ituana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Pus,
Wolf Eyes,
Technova,
The Divine Comedy,
Donny Hathaway,
Nirvana,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smoke,
The Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nico,
Livin' Joy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Royal Trux,
Bauhaus,
Fat Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Marine Girls,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.