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 Sri Lanka and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Robert Palmer 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 Quando Quango to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Kerrie Biddell,
Toni Rubio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anthony Braxton,
Lungfish,
Wasted Youth,
Urselle,
Connie Case,
Bauhaus,
Dennis Brown,
Blossom Toes,
Neu!,
Chris & Cosey,
The Wake,
OOIOO,
June of 44,
Adolescents,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang On A Can,
Faraquet,
Parry Music,
E-Dancer,
Mad Mike,
The Last Poets,
Iggy Pop,
Symarip,
Silicon Teens,
Dead Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Average White Band,
The Gap Band,
Oneida,
Neil Young,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Lydon,
The Leaves,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
Echospace,
The Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nico,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Almond,
Zapp,
Pagans,
Ultra Naté,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül II,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Henry Cow,
Girls At Our Best!,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.