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 Brunei and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the techno 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Minny Pops,
Joe Smooth,
Pagans,
Warren Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
Bobby Womack,
Easy Going,
KRS-One,
Popol Vuh,
Pulsallama,
Aloha Tigers,
John Foxx,
Audionom,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric Copeland,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
E-Dancer,
Yazoo,
Young Marble Giants,
Hoover,
Wings,
Faust,
The Knickerbockers,
Parry Music,
Tom Boy,
Section 25,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
The Grass Roots,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker,
Soft Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rotary Connection,
The Fall,
Sam Rivers,
Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
The Real Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Desert Stars,
Motorama,
Minutemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sparks,
New York Dolls,
The Techniques,
The Slackers,
The Raincoats,
Trumans Water,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Inner City,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.