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 Belarus 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Count Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-102,
kango's stein massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Massinfluence,
Junior Murvin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Foxx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Severed Heads,
The Standells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Young Rascals,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Happenings,
Derrick May,
PIL,
Television,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magazine,
This Heat,
Surgeon,
Laurel Aitken,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drexciya,
Max Romeo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
In Retrospect,
The Black Dice,
F. McDonald,
Oneida,
Blossom Toes,
Depeche Mode,
Juan Atkins,
Infiniti,
Porter Ricks,
The Sonics,
Sparks,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dead C,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Green,
The Wake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Morten Harket,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spoonie Gee,
Excepter,
Visage,
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.