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 Jordan and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Young Marble Giants to the electroclash 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Half Japanese,
Wire,
Television Personalities,
Siglo XX,
The Wake,
KRS-One,
Dennis Brown,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantytec,
Intrusion,
Bootsy Collins,
Nirvana,
The Real Kids,
OOIOO,
Hoover,
Mo-Dettes,
Dawn Penn,
Make Up,
Graham Central Station,
Black Flag,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Simply Red,
Pagans,
Dual Sessions,
Thompson Twins,
PIL,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Human League,
AZ,
John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
Pole,
Index,
Los Fastidios,
Bush Tetras,
Loose Ends,
Moby Grape,
The Black Dice,
Qualms,
Warren Ellis,
Smog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Sheep,
The J.B.'s,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Severed Heads,
Scion,
ABC,
Yazoo,
Popol Vuh,
Sällskapet,
The Neon Judgement,
Accadde A,
Ossler,
Kurtis Blow,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.