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 Monaco and from London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Nico to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
X-101,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soulsonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang of Four,
Marcia Griffiths,
The American Breed,
Television Personalities,
Black Sheep,
Oblivians,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Remains,
Hot Snakes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Womack,
The Smiths,
Scan 7,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Real Kids,
CMW,
B.T. Express,
Negative Approach,
Nas,
Rapeman,
Q65,
Michelle Simonal,
Boz Scaggs,
Minny Pops,
Siglo XX,
Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
Alton Ellis,
Mars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
OOIOO,
Grauzone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fortunes,
Los Fastidios,
Kayak,
Quadrant,
Zero Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Intrusion,
Vainqueur,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra,
MC5,
Sound Behaviour,
Nico,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nik Kershaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.