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 Comoros and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Mars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
Jimmy McGriff,
Davy DMX,
Accadde A,
The United States of America,
Barry Ungar,
The Doobie Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Ossler,
Arab on Radar,
Desert Stars,
The Mummies,
Public Image Ltd.,
Patti Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kayak,
June Days,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Parry Music,
The Vogues,
AZ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flipper,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Supertramp,
Pylon,
Johnny Clarke,
Nik Kershaw,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jandek,
KRS-One,
Black Moon,
the Germs,
The Smiths,
The Real Kids,
Spandau Ballet,
Heaven 17,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anakelly,
Derrick Morgan,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Juan Atkins,
Cybotron,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Görl,
Symarip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pantaleimon,
Rosa Yemen,
Interpol,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.