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 Chile and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sugar Minott to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donald Byrd,
The Names,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Easy Going,
Chrome,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gun Club,
The Selecter,
Guru Guru,
The Music Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Colin Newman,
The Martian,
Jeff Mills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Fraelich,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Bourne,
Infiniti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronnie Foster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacques Brel,
L. Decosne,
AZ,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott Heron,
Absolute Body Control,
The Evens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nas,
Wings,
The Walker Brothers,
PIL,
ABC,
Depeche Mode,
Bronski Beat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warsaw,
Moby Grape,
Black Sheep,
Loose Ends,
Tropical Tobacco,
Byron Stingily,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oneida,
X-102,
Fatback Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crime,
Tom Boy,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.