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 Congo and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pole,
John Holt,
Sex Pistols,
Section 25,
Camouflage,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delta 5,
The Cowsills,
Yusef Lateef,
Thee Headcoats,
The Star Department,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
China Crisis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Technova,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smoke,
David McCallum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Newcleus,
The United States of America,
L. Decosne,
Aaron Thompson,
D'Angelo,
Young Marble Giants,
Audionom,
Masters at Work,
Neu!,
Guru Guru,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grey Daturas,
Erasure,
PIL,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kenny Larkin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Althea and Donna,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sight & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
The Searchers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Infiniti,
Surgeon,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.