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 Papua New Guinea and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 The Leaves to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moody Blues,
The Pop Group,
Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bluetip,
The Slits,
Animal Collective,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed,
Lightning Bolt,
EPMD,
Loose Ends,
The Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Qualms,
Intrusion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Josef K,
Visage,
The Black Dice,
Sonic Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Offenders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Clear Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harry Pussy,
The Busters,
The Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Near,
Camberwell Now,
MC5,
F. McDonald,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wally Richardson,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Clarke,
Warren Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Rundgren,
KRS-One,
Roger Hodgson,
Godley & Creme,
Youth Brigade,
Ronan,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gun Club,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dead Boys,
H. Thieme,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.