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 Malta and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide 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 Alice Coltrane to the jazz 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Little Man,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fortunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
Heaven 17,
Henry Cow,
Brass Construction,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Swans,
Howard Jones,
Adolescents,
Essential Logic,
Pantytec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Busters,
Jeff Lynne,
Fad Gadget,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slackers,
The Raincoats,
Tubeway Army,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lyres,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pere Ubu,
Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amazonics,
Ice-T,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blancmange,
The Searchers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ponytail,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Guru Guru,
Massinfluence,
Stockholm Monsters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
JFA,
The Mojo Men,
Cal Tjader,
Eve St. Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
Urselle,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.