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 Swaziland and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 One Last Wish to the grunge 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Bobby Womack,
John Foxx,
Das Ding,
Terry Callier,
Brass Construction,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blossom Toes,
Mantronix,
Oneida,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
New York Dolls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hasil Adkins,
Symarip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Invisible,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
These Immortal Souls,
Lindisfarne,
Jandek,
Reuben Wilson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Byrd,
Cluster,
Eric Copeland,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arthur Verocai,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Hood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ken Boothe,
Stiv Bators,
Carl Craig,
the Germs,
The Busters,
Blancmange,
Monolake,
Magma,
Los Fastidios,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Depeche Mode,
Tubeway Army,
Warren Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smiths,
Vladislav Delay,
The Angels of Light,
Soul II Soul,
David Axelrod,
MC5,
Roxy Music,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.