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 Palau and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Roxy Music to the dance 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Rites of Spring,
Dawn Penn,
Brand Nubian,
Camberwell Now,
The Mummies,
Vladislav Delay,
Skarface,
Faust,
Babytalk,
Deakin,
Bobby Womack,
Ultimate Spinach,
Procol Harum,
Pylon,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Lydon,
The Birthday Party,
Ten City,
The Star Department,
Warren Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deepchord,
Shoche,
Hot Snakes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thompson Twins,
Ornette Coleman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fugs,
The Happenings,
Pole,
L. Decosne,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Sherman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Warsaw,
Zero Boys,
Pagans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Guru Guru,
La Düsseldorf,
John Holt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül II,
One Last Wish,
Black Pus,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Wyatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Finger,
John Foxx,
Faraquet,
Essential Logic,
The Evens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.