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 Bahrain 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Interpol to the electroclash 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
OOIOO,
Suicide,
John Coltrane,
Sparks,
Scan 7,
Cecil Taylor,
Camberwell Now,
ABC,
Suburban Knight,
Parry Music,
Public Enemy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Smooth,
Das Ding,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minny Pops,
Sound Behaviour,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maurizio,
Skriet,
Aswad,
The Walker Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Loose Ends,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glenn Branca,
cv313,
The Young Rascals,
The Cramps,
The Gap Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Offenders,
Lalann,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mandrill,
Junior Murvin,
June of 44,
Cybotron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed,
The Golliwogs,
Deepchord,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Human League,
Slick Rick,
Donny Hathaway,
Nas,
Dave Gahan,
Absolute Body Control,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pretty Things,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dennis Brown,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.