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 Eritrea and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Gang Gang Dance to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Jacques Brel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra,
Au Pairs,
Half Japanese,
Television Personalities,
Robert Wyatt,
Marine Girls,
The Smiths,
Q65,
Wings,
The Knickerbockers,
Boredoms,
The Selecter,
Cecil Taylor,
Delta 5,
Bobby Womack,
Ohio Players,
Josef K,
Quadrant,
Gabor Szabo,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Holt,
The Names,
UT,
T. Rex,
Patti Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joensuu 1685,
Icehouse,
Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
Amazonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Excepter,
Howard Jones,
Ituana,
Sugar Minott,
The Fall,
Y Pants,
John Cale,
10cc,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dead C,
Donald Byrd,
Ronan,
Porter Ricks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Tremeloes,
Kerri Chandler,
Archie Shepp,
Suicide,
Kurtis Blow,
Funky Four + One,
JFA,
Amon Düül,
The Vogues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.