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 Mali and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Dorothy Ashby to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
Jandek,
Tres Demented,
Livin' Joy,
Malaria!,
Donald Byrd,
Lower 48,
Suburban Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shuggie Otis,
The Victims,
Desert Stars,
The New Christs,
The Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
Excepter,
Television,
Minnie Riperton,
Das Ding,
Aswad,
Von Mondo,
Lakeside,
Morten Harket,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vladislav Delay,
Sex Pistols,
Section 25,
Pulsallama,
Mission of Burma,
Supertramp,
The Modern Lovers,
Hot Snakes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liliput,
U.S. Maple,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nico,
Wolf Eyes,
The Alarm Clocks,
David McCallum,
Ice-T,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angry Samoans,
Pere Ubu,
Chris Corsano,
Darondo,
Ten City,
Bang On A Can,
KRS-One,
Joy Division,
The Happenings,
Cal Tjader,
The Evens,
Patti Smith,
June Days,
Model 500,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.