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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ajijia Myrayebe 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Technova,
Eden Ahbez,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Altered Images,
Pere Ubu,
Funkadelic,
Nick Fraelich,
Ludus,
Royal Trux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Index,
Sarah Menescal,
X-102,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gories,
Delta 5,
Matthew Bourne,
The Black Dice,
the Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Banda Bassotti,
Harry Pussy,
Outsiders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Teasers,
Mad Mike,
Toni Rubio,
Deepchord,
Nik Kershaw,
World's Most,
The Zeros,
Swell Maps,
The Tremeloes,
The Fortunes,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Hill,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Kinks,
Patti Smith,
The Evens,
Accadde A,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Toasters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Goldenarms,
Slave,
Inner City,
Crispian St. Peters,
Babytalk,
the Association,
The Cure,
Pantytec,
Black Moon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Buzzcocks,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.