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 El Salvador 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Marine Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter and Kerry,
Inner City,
Byron Stingily,
New Age Steppers,
The Gladiators,
Pere Ubu,
Rod Modell,
Panda Bear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mad Mike,
The Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eli Mardock,
DNA,
The Offenders,
Fad Gadget,
Magma,
Brick,
Roger Hodgson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boredoms,
John Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
Maleditus Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
H. Thieme,
Pylon,
Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Rundgren,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pole,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick May,
Charles Mingus,
The Martian,
Fela Kuti,
Moebius,
The Red Krayola,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minnie Riperton,
Silicon Teens,
Black Sheep,
Sight & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
The Tremeloes,
Erasure,
Desert Stars,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kaleidoscope,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soft Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.