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 Moldova and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
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 synthesizer 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 Lee Hazlewood to the jazz 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ossler,
Magazine,
Todd Rundgren,
Piero Umiliani,
Yazoo,
Shuggie Otis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers,
Pylon,
The Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
The New Christs,
The Seeds,
Severed Heads,
Freddie Wadling,
Joy Division,
Essential Logic,
Qualms,
The Zeros,
Quadrant,
the Bar-Kays,
Animal Collective,
The Standells,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shoche,
Altered Images,
Donald Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun City Girls,
X-101,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Flag,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neu!,
Fatback Band,
The Red Krayola,
The Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül,
Amon Düül II,
Morten Harket,
Jeru the Damaja,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Toni Rubio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vladislav Delay,
The Modern Lovers,
Erykah Badu,
Unrelated Segments,
Icehouse,
K-Klass,
The Last Poets,
Television Personalities,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.