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 Solomon Islands and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Josef K to the dance 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Pierre Henry,
Quando Quango,
John Holt,
The Doors,
Qualms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
the Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
ABC,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Bourne,
Brick,
Ornette Coleman,
Lyres,
Sonic Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Hood,
Smog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dead C,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Fraelich,
Porter Ricks,
Average White Band,
Icehouse,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül II,
X-Ray Spex,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brass Construction,
Siglo XX,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
Deakin,
the Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terry Callier,
Easy Going,
Warsaw,
John Coltrane,
Organ,
Quadrant,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Count Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.