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 Peru and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Josef K to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Roy Ayers,
The Remains,
Scratch Acid,
Jacob Miller,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Trojans,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The American Breed,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wings,
Kool Moe Dee,
Judy Mowatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joy Division,
Angry Samoans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sandy B,
Television,
Prince Buster,
The Toasters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Au Pairs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eden Ahbez,
Magazine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joe Finger,
Monolake,
Monks,
Babytalk,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Victims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Silicon Teens,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vladislav Delay,
Little Man,
Yellowson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Depeche Mode,
Warren Ellis,
Arcadia,
Scientists,
Bill Near,
Newcleus,
Michelle Simonal,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gap Band,
Cameo,
Talk Talk,
Kenny Larkin,
Connie Case,
Jimmy McGriff,
This Heat,
Supertramp,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
KRS-One,
the Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.