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 Zimbabwe and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the rock 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
EPMD,
the Swans,
Alphaville,
Moby Grape,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ludus,
the Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
Gong,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Inner City,
Qualms,
Moss Icon,
Monolake,
The Fugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harmonia,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick Morgan,
Don Cherry,
Bob Dylan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Absolute Body Control,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare,
Dave Gahan,
Tim Buckley,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thompson Twins,
Aloha Tigers,
Massinfluence,
The Smoke,
Flipper,
Vladislav Delay,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Morten Harket,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Simply Red,
Goldenarms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bronski Beat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tom Boy,
In Retrospect,
Minor Threat,
The Names,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reagan Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tommy Roe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Graham Central Station,
Dead Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.