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 Swaziland and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Gong to the rock 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Blancmange,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Invisible,
Sun City Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Last Poets,
Sister Nancy,
Mark Hollis,
Simply Red,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Stooges,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cowsills,
World's Most,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cure,
Television,
The United States of America,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Remains,
Roxette,
June Days,
Jacques Brel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Flag,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxy Music,
CMW,
Matthew Halsall,
The Velvet Underground,
Surgeon,
Intrusion,
Cheater Slicks,
Quando Quango,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultravox,
Blossom Toes,
The Count Five,
Zero Boys,
Technova,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mars,
Infiniti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gabor Szabo,
The Angels of Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Donald Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
kango's stein massive,
Crime,
Matthew Bourne,
Blake Baxter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.