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 Netherlands and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Massinfluence to the punk 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Scion,
Amazonics,
The Zeros,
Aaron Thompson,
Intrusion,
Lalann,
Robert Hood,
Unwound,
Deepchord,
Ultravox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
The Durutti Column,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hot Snakes,
Kenny Larkin,
Adolescents,
Q65,
Mary Jane Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rod Modell,
the Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Music Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dave Gahan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Flag,
Man Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
Stetsasonic,
MC5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Bauhaus,
Ronnie Foster,
Desert Stars,
The Five Americans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fugs,
The American Breed,
Quantec,
Lyres,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
KRS-One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
Lalo Schifrin,
PIL,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ohio Players,
Dual Sessions,
The Black Dice,
Drexciya,
The Monochrome Set,
Television,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Porter Ricks,
Roxette,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.