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 Liechtenstein and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Television to the electroclash 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Radio Birdman,
Silicon Teens,
Khruangbin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Judy Mowatt,
The Victims,
Von Mondo,
Ohio Players,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Terry,
Severed Heads,
China Crisis,
The Trojans,
The Dirtbombs,
Lower 48,
Yusef Lateef,
Bush Tetras,
Audionom,
Model 500,
Unrelated Segments,
The Move,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kayak,
JFA,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Happenings,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra,
Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
Little Man,
E-Dancer,
kango's stein massive,
Cluster,
The Moody Blues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mo-Dettes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Charles Mingus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brass Construction,
MDC,
David Bowie,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eve St. Jones,
David Axelrod,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minny Pops,
the Swans,
Nils Olav,
Crooked Eye,
OOIOO,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eddi Front,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.