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 Thailand and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tres Demented to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young 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?
Sight & Sound,
Amazonics,
Y Pants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sam Rivers,
Aural Exciters,
Smog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thompson Twins,
Saccharine Trust,
Aswad,
Fluxion,
Ice-T,
Joy Division,
Arab on Radar,
The Names,
Talk Talk,
The Victims,
Eli Mardock,
Babytalk,
Eric Copeland,
New Age Steppers,
Fela Kuti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cure,
Yazoo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moss Icon,
The Velvet Underground,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The United States of America,
Alton Ellis,
Black Moon,
Tears for Fears,
Clear Light,
Blake Baxter,
Underground Resistance,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mad Mike,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris Corsano,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siglo XX,
The Mummies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
June Days,
Sonic Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Livin' Joy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.