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 Mauritania and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 The American Breed to the crunk 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Cheater Slicks,
Royal Trux,
Agent Orange,
The Monks,
Silicon Teens,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Leonard Cohen,
Fugazi,
Lungfish,
Oblivians,
Boredoms,
Tom Boy,
Patti Smith,
The Count Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
Cluster,
Kenny Larkin,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cure,
Angry Samoans,
Lakeside,
Funky Four + One,
Parry Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Gichy Dan,
Mad Mike,
Swell Maps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fugs,
Excepter,
Marc Almond,
Depeche Mode,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Schoolly D,
Niagra,
The Litter,
Delta 5,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare,
Camberwell Now,
The Barracudas,
Bad Manners,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy Collins,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young,
Rakim,
John Foxx,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MDC,
New Age Steppers,
Franke,
Carl Craig,
Procol Harum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dennis Brown,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.