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 Belize and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 The Invisible to the techno 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MC5,
The Kinks,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fugs,
Bobby Sherman,
Ice-T,
The Red Krayola,
Outsiders,
Chris & Cosey,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cure,
Y Pants,
the Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stiv Bators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
UT,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry's Kids,
Grey Daturas,
Skaos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mark Hollis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy Collins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swell Maps,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Howard Jones,
Sixth Finger,
The Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blackbyrds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
Make Up,
Michelle Simonal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Hill,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
These Immortal Souls,
David Bowie,
Erasure,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.