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 Cuba and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 John Cale to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Stetsasonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Moon,
These Immortal Souls,
The Human League,
The American Breed,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jawbox,
The Saints,
Banda Bassotti,
Harry Pussy,
Neu!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Kinks,
The Vogues,
Rapeman,
Tim Buckley,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sam Rivers,
Rakim,
DNA,
Soulsonic Force,
Make Up,
H. Thieme,
Vladislav Delay,
Severed Heads,
Bush Tetras,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blues Magoos,
Janne Schatter,
Sight & Sound,
a-ha,
Pole,
X-102,
Qualms,
Massinfluence,
the Normal,
AZ,
The Happenings,
kango's stein massive,
The Birthday Party,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Near,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed,
Junior Murvin,
Tom Boy,
John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
Chrome,
Angry Samoans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nils Olav,
Soul II Soul,
U.S. Maple,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.