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 Lithuania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 T. Rex to the grunge 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
The Zeros,
Moss Icon,
The Music Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Neon Judgement,
Sandy B,
The Saints,
Wasted Youth,
The Five Americans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dave Gahan,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Womack,
Aloha Tigers,
The Techniques,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fugs,
Scrapy,
Ituana,
Television,
Pere Ubu,
The Toasters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Intrusion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scratch Acid,
Pagans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
LL Cool J,
Ludus,
Amon Düül,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tom Boy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun City Girls,
Tim Buckley,
The Wake,
China Crisis,
Subhumans,
Marvin Gaye,
John Holt,
The Angels of Light,
Newcleus,
DJ Style,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Mills,
Vladislav Delay,
Funkadelic,
Harmonia,
The Trojans,
The Grass Roots,
A Certain Ratio,
Duran Duran,
Make Up,
The Electric Prunes,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.