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 Tanzania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Procol Harum,
Quando Quango,
Adolescents,
Mission of Burma,
Eddi Front,
Judy Mowatt,
One Last Wish,
The Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
Lindisfarne,
Quantec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Leonard Cohen,
Talk Talk,
Mark Hollis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bob Dylan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Slave,
Kayak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warsaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lakeside,
UT,
Ohio Players,
Juan Atkins,
Erykah Badu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Au Pairs,
The Real Kids,
Scratch Acid,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pylon,
Alphaville,
World's Most,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Simply Red,
Desert Stars,
Q and Not U,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
Bluetip,
Shoche,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
David Axelrod,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tim Buckley,
CMW,
The Slackers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.