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 Ukraine and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arcadia to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The J.B.'s,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cymande,
The Motions,
The Velvet Underground,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Seeds,
Sun Ra,
The Dirtbombs,
Mars,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Görl,
Zero Boys,
Ultravox,
Gabor Szabo,
Alton Ellis,
The Mummies,
Henry Cow,
The Modern Lovers,
Wally Richardson,
Bluetip,
Deadbeat,
Dawn Penn,
Steve Hackett,
Babytalk,
Slave,
Sam Rivers,
Mark Hollis,
Agitation Free,
Organ,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fluxion,
Leonard Cohen,
Masters at Work,
Ohio Players,
Gang Green,
The Raincoats,
ABC,
The Doors,
Cybotron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacques Brel,
Supertramp,
the Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Lalann,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hashim,
Hoover,
Pagans,
Terry Callier,
Desert Stars,
Drexciya,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Flag,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.