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 Turkmenistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 48th St. Collective to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Main Source,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
World's Most,
Rites of Spring,
David McCallum,
Dorothy Ashby,
The J.B.'s,
AZ,
Yaz,
Bill Wells,
Susan Cadogan,
Scion,
Eden Ahbez,
Pole,
Matthew Bourne,
Subhumans,
Ituana,
Sun Ra,
Liliput,
Flipper,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arab on Radar,
Average White Band,
PIL,
The Toasters,
Desert Stars,
Byron Stingily,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Saccharine Trust,
John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radio Birdman,
Ronan,
Silicon Teens,
The Fugs,
Sixth Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
Ludus,
Isaac Hayes,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gladiators,
Supertramp,
JFA,
Easy Going,
The Red Krayola,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fear,
Rod Modell,
The Smiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
DNA,
Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aaron Thompson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sällskapet,
Model 500,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.