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 Uzbekistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Boredoms,
Masters at Work,
Lou Christie,
Desert Stars,
The Searchers,
Grey Daturas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Flesh Eaters,
Prince Buster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donald Byrd,
Franke,
Ken Boothe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Mills,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sister Nancy,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Trumans Water,
Stetsasonic,
U.S. Maple,
Freddie Wadling,
Charles Mingus,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash,
June of 44,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suburban Knight,
Nico,
Joy Division,
World's Most,
Skaos,
Rufus Thomas,
Letta Mbulu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fad Gadget,
Al Stewart,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter and Kerry,
Sandy B,
Iggy Pop,
Ohio Players,
Moby Grape,
Ludus,
Kerri Chandler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Davy DMX,
Black Sheep,
Joyce Sims,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.