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 South Sudan and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Unrelated Segments to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Steve Hackett,
Ornette Coleman,
Graham Central Station,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ossler,
The Gories,
Visage,
Wolf Eyes,
Niagra,
Skarface,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Aural Exciters,
Can,
Kurtis Blow,
Joyce Sims,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skaos,
Clear Light,
DNA,
Rekid,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Lydon,
Au Pairs,
Cybotron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
R.M.O.,
Ludus,
Sound Behaviour,
Surgeon,
Sugar Minott,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oneida,
Ten City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Urselle,
T. Rex,
Grey Daturas,
Yaz,
Morten Harket,
H. Thieme,
Hardrive,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül II,
The Mummies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chrome,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Terry,
Pantytec,
The Fortunes,
Shoche,
KRS-One,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.