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 Russia 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Eli Mardock to the techno 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Pulsallama,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pole,
Niagra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Clarke,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blues Magoos,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
Arcadia,
Carl Craig,
The Fuzztones,
Lower 48,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gun Club,
Yaz,
Sandy B,
MC5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lee Hazlewood,
UT,
Saccharine Trust,
Wings,
The Fall,
Piero Umiliani,
Bluetip,
Josef K,
K-Klass,
Motorama,
Gang of Four,
Soft Machine,
The Raincoats,
The Evens,
Ice-T,
Bootsy Collins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hot Snakes,
Black Flag,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mandrill,
EPMD,
Michelle Simonal,
The Vogues,
Magazine,
Todd Terry,
Todd Rundgren,
The Busters,
The Neon Judgement,
Magma,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric Dolphy,
Mo-Dettes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Negative Approach,
Pere Ubu,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.