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 Croatia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Wire,
Metal Thangz,
Sight & Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young,
10cc,
L. Decosne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Essential Logic,
Das Ding,
The Offenders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxy Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Grass Roots,
Zero Boys,
a-ha,
Slave,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scan 7,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Symarip,
Skriet,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Halsall,
Thompson Twins,
Max Romeo,
Susan Cadogan,
Leonard Cohen,
OOIOO,
Sun City Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick Morgan,
The Star Department,
The Angels of Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tom Boy,
Jandek,
Oneida,
Clear Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Lyres,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Bananas,
The Knickerbockers,
The Kinks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dawn Penn,
Don Cherry,
Kas Product,
The Moody Blues,
Von Mondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moss Icon,
John Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deadbeat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.