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 Zimbabwe and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rock 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
The American Breed,
Half Japanese,
Public Image Ltd.,
Y Pants,
Ossler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Bauhaus,
Frankie Knuckles,
B.T. Express,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fire Engines,
K-Klass,
Bob Dylan,
Thompson Twins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Connie Case,
LL Cool J,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Green,
Howard Jones,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monks,
Charles Mingus,
Siglo XX,
Maleditus Sound,
The Invisible,
Reagan Youth,
Symarip,
Excepter,
Ituana,
R.M.O.,
Monolake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pylon,
Saccharine Trust,
The Kinks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Albert Ayler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Rundgren,
Flamin' Groovies,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Hood,
Blake Baxter,
Shoche,
Livin' Joy,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ronan,
Dual Sessions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Michelle Simonal,
La Düsseldorf,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.