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 Taiwan and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the funk 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Althea and Donna,
Au Pairs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Slackers,
kango's stein massive,
Camouflage,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dead C,
The Fire Engines,
Scientists,
Slick Rick,
The Martian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ponytail,
Scan 7,
Yazoo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Hood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Human League,
Malaria!,
The Buckinghams,
Crime,
Desert Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Faraquet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tears for Fears,
Radiohead,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Metal Thangz,
Sällskapet,
Marine Girls,
LL Cool J,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Little Man,
Newcleus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bob Dylan,
T. Rex,
The Seeds,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Crooked Eye,
Chris Corsano,
Pantytec,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fela Kuti,
La Düsseldorf,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sandy B,
Stockholm Monsters,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.