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 Switzerland and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 David Bowie 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 Angry Samoans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Howard Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
Terry Callier,
Radiohead,
June of 44,
Ultravox,
Lightning Bolt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brass Construction,
Alison Limerick,
Joensuu 1685,
L. Decosne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gichy Dan,
ABBA,
X-Ray Spex,
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ice-T,
Letta Mbulu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Isaac Hayes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boogie Down Productions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deadbeat,
Pagans,
Niagra,
Derrick May,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reuben Wilson,
Anthony Braxton,
Iggy Pop,
The Fuzztones,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Remains,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blues Magoos,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hashim,
James White and The Blacks,
The United States of America,
Supertramp,
The Birthday Party,
Aswad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.