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 Indonesia and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 The Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Beau Brummels,
Cecil Taylor,
Bad Manners,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glenn Branca,
Junior Murvin,
The Blues Magoos,
Silicon Teens,
Ornette Coleman,
Schoolly D,
X-Ray Spex,
PIL,
Tom Boy,
Ludus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kayak,
New York Dolls,
Erykah Badu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Morten Harket,
Average White Band,
The Gladiators,
Wolf Eyes,
The Busters,
Severed Heads,
Organ,
Matthew Bourne,
John Foxx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxette,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Wells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bronski Beat,
ABBA,
Second Layer,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Sheep,
Josef K,
Nick Fraelich,
The Leaves,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Y Pants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alice Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
D'Angelo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Flag,
Supertramp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.