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 Philippines and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 T.S.O.L. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Star Department,
Symarip,
Crispy Ambulance,
Patti Smith,
Second Layer,
Joensuu 1685,
New Age Steppers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultravox,
Junior Murvin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABBA,
X-101,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Q65,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T.S.O.L.,
Visage,
Shoche,
Soulsonic Force,
Simply Red,
10cc,
Skarface,
The Remains,
The Monochrome Set,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Moss Icon,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick May,
Judy Mowatt,
Accadde A,
Albert Ayler,
World's Most,
Inner City,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
Sam Rivers,
The Grass Roots,
Colin Newman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Faraquet,
Panda Bear,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Starr,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fear,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang of Four,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.