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 Azerbaijan and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ludus to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
The Buckinghams,
the Bar-Kays,
June Days,
The Cowsills,
Maleditus Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aaron Thompson,
Fugazi,
Jandek,
Bobby Byrd,
Pierre Henry,
The Knickerbockers,
The Durutti Column,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moebius,
Second Layer,
The Modern Lovers,
Pussy Galore,
Peter and Kerry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Outsiders,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Sherman,
Hoover,
Letta Mbulu,
The Invisible,
Television,
Tears for Fears,
Connie Case,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cymande,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Popol Vuh,
Parry Music,
Sarah Menescal,
Kenny Larkin,
Mantronix,
Accadde A,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sonics,
Sällskapet,
Flipper,
Metal Thangz,
Country Teasers,
Crime,
Neu!,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Dolphy,
Mandrill,
Don Cherry,
Cameo,
Television Personalities,
The Divine Comedy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.