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 Fiji and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
New Order,
Henry Cow,
The Black Dice,
cv313,
the Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Dave Gahan,
The Star Department,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fluxion,
Agent Orange,
Jandek,
Pantytec,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crime,
Organ,
Absolute Body Control,
Groovy Waters,
The Mummies,
John Lydon,
Symarip,
These Immortal Souls,
Nico,
Dawn Penn,
Joey Negro,
The Toasters,
Mad Mike,
the Fania All-Stars,
10cc,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Durutti Column,
MC5,
Marcia Griffiths,
Juan Atkins,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Clarke,
Lyres,
Surgeon,
The Standells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Young Marble Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Rundgren,
D'Angelo,
Bill Near,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Offenders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Pus,
Sister Nancy,
The Happenings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Zeros,
Moss Icon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Enemy,
the Swans,
Motorama,
Sparks,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.