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 Iraq and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sound to the dance 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Qualms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
D'Angelo,
Jawbox,
Goldenarms,
The Five Americans,
Peter & Gordon,
Moebius,
Eric Dolphy,
Y Pants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scan 7,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Associates,
Fatback Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
The Residents,
Funky Four + One,
Babytalk,
T. Rex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wolf Eyes,
Yellowson,
The Evens,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boredoms,
The Modern Lovers,
Althea and Donna,
Cybotron,
Zero Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Laurel Aitken,
Popol Vuh,
Nico,
June Days,
Adolescents,
The Black Dice,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monochrome Set,
the Swans,
Easy Going,
The Velvet Underground,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Patti Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alison Limerick,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Beau Brummels,
Pagans,
The Motions,
Make Up,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.