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 Grenada and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Joey Negro to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Toni Rubio,
Ronan,
Marc Almond,
Crime,
The Slackers,
Siglo XX,
Eurythmics,
The Walker Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Subhumans,
New Age Steppers,
The Selecter,
The United States of America,
Half Japanese,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Pop Group,
E-Dancer,
Lakeside,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cymande,
Matthew Halsall,
Popol Vuh,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Offenders,
Suicide,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Al Stewart,
The Leaves,
Howard Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Wyatt,
Mars,
The Pretty Things,
The Raincoats,
Pierre Henry,
Sex Pistols,
Minor Threat,
Ten City,
Hoover,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deadbeat,
Bauhaus,
Hasil Adkins,
China Crisis,
Marvin Gaye,
EPMD,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Isaac Hayes,
L. Decosne,
Kas Product,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.