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 Poland and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lebanon Hanover 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter & Gordon,
Guru Guru,
Amazonics,
Tim Buckley,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yazoo,
The Litter,
Bang On A Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vladislav Delay,
The Residents,
Swell Maps,
Davy DMX,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Leaves,
Hoover,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tres Demented,
Ten City,
The Last Poets,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxette,
Mandrill,
Banda Bassotti,
Lower 48,
Chris & Cosey,
Mo-Dettes,
Monolake,
Bush Tetras,
Anakelly,
Nick Fraelich,
Byron Stingily,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Bourne,
Terry Callier,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang of Four,
The Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
The Star Department,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cowsills,
The Pop Group,
cv313,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sugar Minott,
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantaleimon,
Ituana,
Kenny Larkin,
Parry Music,
Thompson Twins,
The Monochrome Set,
Donny Hathaway,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.