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 Switzerland and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Durutti Column to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The Associates,
the Human League,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pylon,
Barclay James Harvest,
June Days,
The Toasters,
New Age Steppers,
Aloha Tigers,
Nils Olav,
Sex Pistols,
Suburban Knight,
Ohio Players,
Althea and Donna,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kenny Larkin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
OOIOO,
Bronski Beat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Trojans,
AZ,
Au Pairs,
The Moleskins,
The Evens,
Massinfluence,
Robert Görl,
Drexciya,
Sonny Sharrock,
Charles Mingus,
Fad Gadget,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
LL Cool J,
DNA,
Bluetip,
KRS-One,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Max Romeo,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Move,
Basic Channel,
Circle Jerks,
Black Sheep,
Moby Grape,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alphaville,
Livin' Joy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Danielle Patucci,
Flipper,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.