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 Congo and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mission of Burma 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
Minnie Riperton,
New Age Steppers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Metal Thangz,
the Germs,
Darondo,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Livin' Joy,
Soft Machine,
Mad Mike,
Index,
DNA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shoche,
Joyce Sims,
The Dirtbombs,
The Real Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roger Hodgson,
Mantronix,
Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
Andrew Hill,
Lebanon Hanover,
Royal Trux,
Zero Boys,
Altered Images,
Gang Green,
kango's stein massive,
Sister Nancy,
EPMD,
Patti Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Absolute Body Control,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang of Four,
Soul II Soul,
Letta Mbulu,
The Remains,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Victims,
Marine Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funky Four + One,
Sixth Finger,
In Retrospect,
Rufus Thomas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Leaves,
The Grass Roots,
Basic Channel,
Gichy Dan,
Eve St. Jones,
The Buckinghams,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.