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 Albania and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Tomorrow to the grunge 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scientists,
Average White Band,
Mission of Burma,
B.T. Express,
The Selecter,
Alton Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crime,
The Angels of Light,
FM Einheit,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lungfish,
Yellowson,
Zapp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Procol Harum,
Joy Division,
Zero Boys,
Tom Boy,
The Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
Sight & Sound,
Boredoms,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kayak,
R.M.O.,
Monks,
Gong,
Fad Gadget,
The United States of America,
D'Angelo,
Severed Heads,
Maurizio,
Patti Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rotary Connection,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cure,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fugazi,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Negative Approach,
Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Godley & Creme,
Pagans,
David Bowie,
Goldenarms,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.