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 Palau and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed to the jazz 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MC5,
Tim Buckley,
The Star Department,
The Martian,
The Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Alarm Clocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
Mark Hollis,
Arcadia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Zeros,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Finger,
Ponytail,
Derrick May,
Schoolly D,
Connie Case,
The Gap Band,
The Happenings,
Quantec,
The Smiths,
Erykah Badu,
Agitation Free,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hasil Adkins,
Sparks,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABBA,
EPMD,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aural Exciters,
The Techniques,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marmalade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Index,
Tubeway Army,
Pussy Galore,
Gang of Four,
Eddi Front,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare,
Vainqueur,
Pulsallama,
Man Parrish,
Warsaw,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.