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 Benin and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Franke to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Ludus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cure,
KRS-One,
DJ Sneak,
Janne Schatter,
Scientists,
Moby Grape,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nik Kershaw,
Dawn Penn,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
B.T. Express,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ken Boothe,
Bob Dylan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABBA,
Basic Channel,
Black Flag,
Joensuu 1685,
Saccharine Trust,
The Searchers,
Niagra,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yazoo,
Man Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minutemen,
Scan 7,
Sun City Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Funky Four + One,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Pus,
Index,
Skaos,
CMW,
X-102,
The Dirtbombs,
Reuben Wilson,
D'Angelo,
Darondo,
The Saints,
Bang On A Can,
The Last Poets,
Lalann,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Youth Brigade,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.