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 Ireland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Hashim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nas,
Ludus,
R.M.O.,
Thee Headcoats,
Bluetip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Porter Ricks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Bauhaus,
Roxy Music,
Delon & Dalcan,
10cc,
The Selecter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terry Callier,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suburban Knight,
Wally Richardson,
Mo-Dettes,
Symarip,
Masters at Work,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sällskapet,
Blossom Toes,
Steve Hackett,
Pulsallama,
Maleditus Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Pus,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hot Snakes,
The Saints,
Mr. Review,
The American Breed,
The J.B.'s,
ABC,
Camouflage,
Newcleus,
Gong,
Nirvana,
The Leaves,
Mad Mike,
the Swans,
the Germs,
CMW,
New York Dolls,
In Retrospect,
The Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Infiniti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tubeway Army,
Quantec,
The Toasters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.