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 Argentina and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Lalann to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül,
Lalann,
Bill Near,
The Divine Comedy,
Animal Collective,
Maurizio,
The Last Poets,
Magazine,
Delta 5,
Spandau Ballet,
Davy DMX,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Metal Thangz,
Shuggie Otis,
Aaron Thompson,
T. Rex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Iggy Pop,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grey Daturas,
Skriet,
Television,
Qualms,
Sister Nancy,
Deakin,
UT,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Starr,
Reagan Youth,
Inner City,
The Toasters,
Jacob Miller,
Gerry Rafferty,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fuzztones,
Tom Boy,
Carl Craig,
The Doobie Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Unrelated Segments,
The Red Krayola,
The Fugs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yaz,
Josef K,
The Young Rascals,
June Days,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gong,
Cybotron,
Lou Christie,
Cymande,
The Residents,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.