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 Tonga and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Barry Ungar to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Minnie Riperton,
These Immortal Souls,
The New Christs,
Skriet,
Donald Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rakim,
Half Japanese,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rekid,
Fear,
Ultra Naté,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalann,
Anthony Braxton,
Fugazi,
Bobby Sherman,
Jimmy McGriff,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cymande,
Bill Wells,
Mission of Burma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Television Personalities,
Parry Music,
Ituana,
New Order,
Swans,
The Smiths,
Massinfluence,
The United States of America,
The Red Krayola,
Trumans Water,
Tres Demented,
Organ,
The Pretty Things,
Oblivians,
Lightning Bolt,
Donny Hathaway,
Neu!,
Junior Murvin,
Von Mondo,
DNA,
Circle Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
Motorama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dave Gahan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
AZ,
Roxy Music,
R.M.O.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.