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 Djibouti and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Chris & Cosey to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Sound Behaviour,
Mark Hollis,
Brick,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flash Fearless,
The Trojans,
UT,
Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
Accadde A,
The Toasters,
Index,
FM Einheit,
Yazoo,
Model 500,
Radiohead,
New York Dolls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Section 25,
Sparks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Howard Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Near,
Pierre Henry,
The Litter,
The Pretty Things,
John Foxx,
Parry Music,
Eurythmics,
Dawn Penn,
Bang On A Can,
Arab on Radar,
Joey Negro,
Ponytail,
The Grass Roots,
Wasted Youth,
Television,
Traffic Nightmare,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Bourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul Sonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Count Five,
Ice-T,
10cc,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxette,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharoah Sanders,
Livin' Joy,
Moebius,
Pantytec,
Soft Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
The J.B.'s,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.