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 Egypt and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Boogie Down Productions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dark Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Michelle Simonal,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Moon,
U.S. Maple,
Suburban Knight,
The Motions,
FM Einheit,
The United States of America,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dead C,
Soulsonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
Bauhaus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Rundgren,
X-101,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Young Marble Giants,
Gichy Dan,
The Zeros,
Duran Duran,
Eric Copeland,
The Saints,
The Residents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skriet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kayak,
Faust,
The Searchers,
The J.B.'s,
The Human League,
Lyres,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Hood,
Nils Olav,
Joyce Sims,
Steve Hackett,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
JFA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quantec,
The Count Five,
Joey Negro,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Livin' Joy,
The Evens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deadbeat,
Joy Division,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scrapy,
Kenny Larkin,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.