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 Colombia and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 DNA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 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?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Connie Case,
Eric B and Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funkadelic,
Mark Hollis,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Sherman,
Blossom Toes,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wings,
Jawbox,
Steve Hackett,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Niagra,
Nils Olav,
Pylon,
the Soft Cell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Con Funk Shun,
Skaos,
The Monochrome Set,
The Standells,
Fatback Band,
Glenn Branca,
The Young Rascals,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Beau Brummels,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Fraelich,
Bob Dylan,
Audionom,
Unwound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonic Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Shoche,
Dual Sessions,
Neu!,
DJ Sneak,
Stetsasonic,
the Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Christie,
LL Cool J,
Heaven 17,
Magazine,
One Last Wish,
The Modern Lovers,
Mission of Burma,
The Walker Brothers,
Technova,
Roxette,
Zapp,
June Days,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.