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 Singapore and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun City Girls,
Minor Threat,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Association,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hoover,
Patti Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liliput,
Jawbox,
Arab on Radar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Parry Music,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Move,
The Trojans,
Q65,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eden Ahbez,
Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
Juan Atkins,
Vladislav Delay,
Judy Mowatt,
Leonard Cohen,
Gichy Dan,
Simply Red,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rekid,
Traffic Nightmare,
Young Marble Giants,
Aural Exciters,
The Happenings,
Moebius,
Porter Ricks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Davy DMX,
Pole,
Sällskapet,
8 Eyed Spy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris Corsano,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mojo Men,
Y Pants,
Black Moon,
Gong,
T.S.O.L.,
PIL,
David Bowie,
Stiv Bators,
Boredoms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lucky Dragons,
Idris Muhammad,
the Bar-Kays,
The Real Kids,
Rites of Spring,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.