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 Lesotho and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Derrick Morgan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Icehouse,
Steve Hackett,
The Trojans,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Derrick May,
Janne Schatter,
The Smiths,
Fluxion,
Deakin,
The Human League,
Roxette,
Al Stewart,
Bob Dylan,
Toni Rubio,
Mark Hollis,
Quadrant,
Chrome,
The Blues Magoos,
Clear Light,
Crime,
The Last Poets,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ponytail,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Beau Brummels,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cecil Taylor,
Bauhaus,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül II,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
kango's stein massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David McCallum,
Half Japanese,
Maurizio,
The American Breed,
Danielle Patucci,
Boz Scaggs,
Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
Funkadelic,
Audionom,
The Fall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arthur Verocai,
The Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
The New Christs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wolf Eyes,
Television,
The Neon Judgement,
Colin Newman,
Surgeon,
The Black Dice,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.