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 Iraq and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rap 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Roger Hodgson,
The Evens,
Derrick May,
Symarip,
The Associates,
Eddi Front,
Eve St. Jones,
Harry Pussy,
Excepter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Accadde A,
Magma,
Japan,
Rosa Yemen,
Alison Limerick,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker,
The Young Rascals,
Ken Boothe,
Lakeside,
Intrusion,
The Mummies,
The Dead C,
The Last Poets,
Erasure,
Gichy Dan,
The Angels of Light,
The Fall,
Bootsy Collins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dirtbombs,
Henry Cow,
Ronan,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Vogues,
U.S. Maple,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Happenings,
In Retrospect,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Groovy Waters,
Anthony Braxton,
H. Thieme,
Monks,
Scientists,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rufus Thomas,
Nico,
Kurtis Blow,
Interpol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minor Threat,
Schoolly D,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Motorama,
Black Pus,
Organ,
Skriet,
One Last Wish,
Porter Ricks,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.