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 Calgary.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Amon Düül II to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Bang On A Can,
Alton Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
Young Marble Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Excepter,
Steve Hackett,
Man Eating Sloth,
UT,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Golliwogs,
Peter & Gordon,
Bluetip,
Eden Ahbez,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dirtbombs,
the Association,
Shuggie Otis,
The Velvet Underground,
Radio Birdman,
Technova,
Motorama,
John Foxx,
Con Funk Shun,
Chrome,
DJ Style,
Magma,
OOIOO,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scrapy,
Nik Kershaw,
The Happenings,
The Offenders,
Dead Boys,
Audionom,
Buzzcocks,
The Modern Lovers,
Sarah Menescal,
Ralphi Rosario,
PIL,
Tim Buckley,
The Pop Group,
Todd Terry,
Donny Hathaway,
Vladislav Delay,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Motions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Near,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.