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 Oman and from New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Public Image Ltd. to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Slave,
T. Rex,
Rekid,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liliput,
Smog,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-101,
Jawbox,
Brass Construction,
the Human League,
Bauhaus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aswad,
Depeche Mode,
Gichy Dan,
X-102,
Ornette Coleman,
the Germs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Das Ding,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gun Club,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cheater Slicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suburban Knight,
Gang of Four,
Mr. Review,
Iggy Pop,
Oneida,
Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
Scientists,
Thompson Twins,
Warren Ellis,
The Real Kids,
MC5,
Cameo,
Grauzone,
Roxy Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Wake,
R.M.O.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kurtis Blow,
Tom Boy,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.