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 Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 OOIOO to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Michelle Simonal,
World's Most,
Sixth Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Stiv Bators,
The Blackbyrds,
Sugar Minott,
Moss Icon,
The Five Americans,
Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Thompson Twins,
Janne Schatter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pagans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cheater Slicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
Mantronix,
Sun City Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Young Rascals,
The Kinks,
Flipper,
Kaleidoscope,
Khruangbin,
Skarface,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Flag,
Organ,
Robert Wyatt,
Blancmange,
The Electric Prunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
E-Dancer,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Average White Band,
Mission of Burma,
B.T. Express,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swell Maps,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harmonia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MDC,
Pussy Galore,
Dual Sessions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Franke,
The Raincoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.