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 Libya and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sonic Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Associates,
Siglo XX,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sound Behaviour,
Zero Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABC,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül,
Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Moon,
Peter & Gordon,
Mad Mike,
CMW,
Pussy Galore,
The Martian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zapp,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sam Rivers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ten City,
Excepter,
Clear Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cybotron,
The Real Kids,
JFA,
James White and The Blacks,
Dark Day,
Swans,
This Heat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aural Exciters,
Fluxion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Outsiders,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Near,
The Victims,
Pagans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Stetsasonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Supertramp,
Alice Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Golliwogs,
X-101,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.