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 Azerbaijan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Flamin' Groovies to the disco 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker,
The Smoke,
The Slackers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anthony Braxton,
The J.B.'s,
a-ha,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Bowie,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boredoms,
Rites of Spring,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Zeros,
The Stooges,
Scion,
Aural Exciters,
Connie Case,
Scientists,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brand Nubian,
The Count Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lalo Schifrin,
Godley & Creme,
The Moody Blues,
The Gap Band,
Thompson Twins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Main Source,
Qualms,
Josef K,
Whodini,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Velvet Underground,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Idris Muhammad,
Amazonics,
Rotary Connection,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cameo,
Yaz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Red Krayola,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Absolute Body Control,
The Durutti Column,
D'Angelo,
The Cowsills,
the Sonics,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Parrish,
Animal Collective,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.