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 Luxembourg 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Gichy Dan 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Anthony Braxton,
Masters at Work,
Marshall Jefferson,
Panda Bear,
Motorama,
The Monochrome Set,
Saccharine Trust,
Whodini,
Vladislav Delay,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Mission of Burma,
The Walker Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Fugazi,
Tom Boy,
Kevin Saunderson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Slits,
Lakeside,
The Grass Roots,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Royal Trux,
Boz Scaggs,
Circle Jerks,
Flipper,
10cc,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Hood,
Metal Thangz,
Faraquet,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Christie,
The Misunderstood,
Yellowson,
Ronan,
Nico,
The Vogues,
The Buckinghams,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Raincoats,
Steve Hackett,
The Litter,
Scion,
Drexciya,
Ultra Naté,
Procol Harum,
Harry Pussy,
Second Layer,
The Trojans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Henry Cow,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.