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 Guinea-Bissau and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 PIL to the techno 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Glenn Branca,
B.T. Express,
Von Mondo,
New Order,
Eddi Front,
The Fuzztones,
Black Pus,
Barry Ungar,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Lynne,
Radio Birdman,
Hasil Adkins,
The Neon Judgement,
Arthur Verocai,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sixth Finger,
The Residents,
Althea and Donna,
Yellowson,
Gabor Szabo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hardrive,
The Divine Comedy,
Ice-T,
DNA,
Amon Düül II,
Sparks,
Reagan Youth,
Moby Grape,
Public Enemy,
Blake Baxter,
Simply Red,
The Associates,
The Monochrome Set,
Interpol,
PIL,
The Real Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
CMW,
the Normal,
Robert Hood,
David McCallum,
The Cowsills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Faraquet,
Roy Ayers,
Con Funk Shun,
Moss Icon,
R.M.O.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Parry Music,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roger Hodgson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.