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 Sri Lanka and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 The Move to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Liliput,
UT,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mars,
Brothers Johnson,
Quantec,
Tim Buckley,
Jawbox,
MC5,
Sister Nancy,
Fatback Band,
Henry Cow,
Warsaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Terry,
Nico,
Scion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
Accadde A,
David Axelrod,
Scientists,
Swell Maps,
Tommy Roe,
Organ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maleditus Sound,
Pulsallama,
The Index,
Kayak,
The Monks,
Television,
Dead Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bauhaus,
The Victims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Talk Talk,
The Blackbyrds,
Faust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Howard Jones,
Dennis Brown,
Jacob Miller,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gories,
Blossom Toes,
Barry Ungar,
Roxy Music,
Lyres,
Hoover,
Jandek,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Sherman,
Bush Tetras,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
Loose Ends,
Young Marble Giants,
Dark Day,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.