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 Azerbaijan and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Amon Düül to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joy Division,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Hood,
T.S.O.L.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
The Count Five,
Spoonie Gee,
John Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
Steve Hackett,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yazoo,
John Lydon,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxy Music,
Quantec,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
Rekid,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
Adolescents,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terry Callier,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Associates,
Lightning Bolt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minutemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Foxx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cybotron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agitation Free,
The Saints,
Basic Channel,
Hashim,
Thompson Twins,
Buzzcocks,
Accadde A,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Red Krayola,
The Walker Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Susan Cadogan,
Banda Bassotti,
Lyres,
Shoche,
The Fortunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Babytalk,
New Order,
La Düsseldorf,
E-Dancer,
Warren Ellis,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.