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 Togo and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neil Young to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Magazine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lower 48,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Seeds,
The Durutti Column,
Excepter,
Funky Four + One,
Buzzcocks,
Hashim,
The American Breed,
Pole,
E-Dancer,
D'Angelo,
R.M.O.,
Niagra,
Unwound,
Gong,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Henry Cow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dave Gahan,
Cal Tjader,
Sonic Youth,
Qualms,
Ten City,
The Kinks,
Chrome,
The Gun Club,
The Young Rascals,
Essential Logic,
Masters at Work,
Motorama,
CMW,
Scratch Acid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Royal Trux,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oblivians,
Deakin,
Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
Thee Headcoats,
Johnny Clarke,
Symarip,
Moebius,
Subhumans,
Heaven 17,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Flag,
The Buckinghams,
The Real Kids,
Gang Green,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Style,
Chris & Cosey,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.