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 Ecuador and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Knickerbockers to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Swans,
Jacques Brel,
The Wake,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oblivians,
Bang On A Can,
Alton Ellis,
Silicon Teens,
The Gap Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Yaz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Names,
Young Marble Giants,
Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stiv Bators,
Panda Bear,
Chris & Cosey,
Josef K,
Mantronix,
Scion,
Quando Quango,
Toni Rubio,
Essential Logic,
The Pop Group,
Suburban Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cal Tjader,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Enemy,
The Techniques,
Piero Umiliani,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Pus,
Pantaleimon,
Ice-T,
Fluxion,
Glambeats Corp.,
June Days,
Lou Reed,
This Heat,
10cc,
Eric Copeland,
Swell Maps,
Roger Hodgson,
Wolf Eyes,
Gichy Dan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Sheep,
Sun City Girls,
Goldenarms,
Laurel Aitken,
CMW,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jawbox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.