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 Lesotho and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Funky Four + One,
Au Pairs,
Juan Atkins,
Henry Cow,
MC5,
The Seeds,
The Cowsills,
Dawn Penn,
Toni Rubio,
The Detroit Cobras,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slackers,
Khruangbin,
Black Sheep,
Idris Muhammad,
Slave,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Görl,
Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Terry,
a-ha,
Todd Rundgren,
The Stooges,
Sugar Minott,
Rufus Thomas,
OOIOO,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aloha Tigers,
Godley & Creme,
the Bar-Kays,
The Trojans,
Prince Buster,
the Normal,
The Martian,
Index,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Certain Ratio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry's Kids,
The Invisible,
The Raincoats,
Warsaw,
Wasted Youth,
Funkadelic,
World's Most,
Al Stewart,
Talk Talk,
Aswad,
Bobby Sherman,
X-101,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.