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 Kenya and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the punk 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Buzzcocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
Alison Limerick,
Hot Snakes,
Sun City Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Colin Newman,
X-Ray Spex,
Animal Collective,
Chris Corsano,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sam Rivers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Qualms,
Ken Boothe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Henry Cow,
Black Bananas,
Zapp,
Terry Callier,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Make Up,
Masters at Work,
Outsiders,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Toasters,
Dawn Penn,
The Golliwogs,
Livin' Joy,
Kenny Larkin,
MC5,
Nirvana,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fugazi,
Aural Exciters,
Laurel Aitken,
T.S.O.L.,
Das Ding,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arcadia,
Roger Hodgson,
Piero Umiliani,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erasure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quantec,
Blake Baxter,
Motorama,
Derrick Morgan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Little Man,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker,
CMW,
Agitation Free,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.