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 Dominican Republic and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nirvana to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wire,
Unrelated Segments,
The Standells,
Duran Duran,
Agitation Free,
the Bar-Kays,
Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Clear Light,
Deakin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Offenders,
Sällskapet,
Jacob Miller,
Grey Daturas,
Rekid,
The Vogues,
Gregory Isaacs,
Banda Bassotti,
Sugar Minott,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aswad,
Soul II Soul,
The Invisible,
Popol Vuh,
Donald Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glenn Branca,
Frankie Knuckles,
Symarip,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smoke,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Byrd,
Von Mondo,
Black Moon,
Blake Baxter,
Grauzone,
Darondo,
Basic Channel,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Josef K,
Boredoms,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eurythmics,
Al Stewart,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Lynne,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Pus,
the Human League,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.