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 Bulgaria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Count Five to the disco 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Lower 48,
Henry Cow,
Skriet,
Fugazi,
The Smoke,
Crooked Eye,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed,
The Pretty Things,
Gong,
Altered Images,
Parry Music,
Darondo,
The Black Dice,
The Last Poets,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Divine Comedy,
Outsiders,
The American Breed,
the Swans,
Average White Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dawn Penn,
Agitation Free,
The Cure,
Robert Wyatt,
Alton Ellis,
Hoover,
Trumans Water,
Youth Brigade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Vogues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
F. McDonald,
X-Ray Spex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scion,
Camberwell Now,
John Foxx,
Kayak,
Black Pus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mission of Burma,
Simply Red,
Blossom Toes,
Crime,
Lalo Schifrin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Flag,
Ludus,
Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Tears for Fears,
Quando Quango,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.