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 Cyprus and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the grime 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Rapeman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mummies,
The Knickerbockers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heaven 17,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Buckinghams,
Fluxion,
Sällskapet,
John Lydon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Livin' Joy,
The Music Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker,
Ossler,
the Swans,
The Raincoats,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Porter Ricks,
Can,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rod Modell,
Echospace,
Zapp,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Residents,
K-Klass,
The Index,
Tim Buckley,
Section 25,
Deakin,
Masters at Work,
Slick Rick,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erasure,
The Beau Brummels,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doors,
The Tremeloes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hashim,
The Walker Brothers,
Model 500,
Babytalk,
Grauzone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dirtbombs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The J.B.'s,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.