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 Malaysia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
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 harpsichord 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 Nation of Ulysses to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suicide,
Interpol,
The Buckinghams,
Au Pairs,
Kas Product,
Fluxion,
Ponytail,
Joyce Sims,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Newcleus,
Flipper,
Hardrive,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The United States of America,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Wyatt,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radio Birdman,
Von Mondo,
Organ,
Babytalk,
Matthew Bourne,
KRS-One,
Khruangbin,
MC5,
Mad Mike,
The Young Rascals,
Jawbox,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brick,
Blossom Toes,
Sixth Finger,
Blake Baxter,
The Moleskins,
Sound Behaviour,
Kayak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sam Rivers,
The Leaves,
Bauhaus,
Wire,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker,
Arab on Radar,
Alice Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funkadelic,
Slick Rick,
EPMD,
Aloha Tigers,
Toni Rubio,
Bluetip,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.