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 Burkina and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Chris Corsano to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Tom Boy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scan 7,
The Residents,
E-Dancer,
Freddie Wadling,
The Divine Comedy,
Stetsasonic,
Mandrill,
Kaleidoscope,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monochrome Set,
Newcleus,
Brand Nubian,
New Order,
The Doors,
The Cure,
the Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
The Birthday Party,
X-101,
The Blackbyrds,
Youth Brigade,
U.S. Maple,
Severed Heads,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fluxion,
New York Dolls,
Pulsallama,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vladislav Delay,
D'Angelo,
Harmonia,
The Evens,
Quadrant,
Ohio Players,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Main Source,
Aaron Thompson,
The Index,
Terry Callier,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
Khruangbin,
Ultravox,
Roxy Music,
Kayak,
Cameo,
the Association,
Yellowson,
Magazine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantytec,
the Swans,
The Slackers,
Laurel Aitken,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.