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 Liberia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Roxy Music to the dance 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chrome,
Joe Finger,
The Mummies,
Model 500,
Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
Warsaw,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hardrive,
The Young Rascals,
Jawbox,
Altered Images,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Parry Music,
Andrew Hill,
Barbara Tucker,
Essential Logic,
The Birthday Party,
Khruangbin,
Magma,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tim Buckley,
The Durutti Column,
Pantytec,
In Retrospect,
The Selecter,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiohead,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Guru Guru,
Scion,
Erykah Badu,
Susan Cadogan,
Suicide,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cure,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ornette Coleman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare,
Basic Channel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Five Americans,
John Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marine Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
R.M.O.,
The Saints,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang On A Can,
Quadrant,
Procol Harum,
Swell Maps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.