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 Pakistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Sonics to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Sound Behaviour,
cv313,
Funky Four + One,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cameo,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moleskins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Patti Smith,
Niagra,
Bobby Womack,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Durutti Column,
Sarah Menescal,
Ludus,
PIL,
Absolute Body Control,
Liliput,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra,
Skriet,
LL Cool J,
Minny Pops,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
Vainqueur,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skaos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donald Byrd,
Slave,
Charles Mingus,
Maleditus Sound,
Pulsallama,
Ultravox,
Procol Harum,
The Leaves,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed,
Alison Limerick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Silicon Teens,
The Gladiators,
Basic Channel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantytec,
The Red Krayola,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Green,
Au Pairs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marine Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABBA,
Marmalade,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.