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 Grenada and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Davy DMX to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Malaria!,
Steve Hackett,
John Lydon,
One Last Wish,
Nik Kershaw,
Rekid,
Nils Olav,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Vogues,
The Monks,
48th St. Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Can,
K-Klass,
Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
The Busters,
U.S. Maple,
Khruangbin,
Animal Collective,
Lindisfarne,
Infiniti,
Masters at Work,
Circle Jerks,
Swans,
Echospace,
Skarface,
Bush Tetras,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Victims,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fuzztones,
Spandau Ballet,
Index,
The Leaves,
Scan 7,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
The Seeds,
David McCallum,
Ornette Coleman,
Los Fastidios,
Silicon Teens,
Quadrant,
Panda Bear,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cramps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Henry Cow,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.