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 Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Henry Cow to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Clarke,
Symarip,
Minutemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doobie Brothers,
T. Rex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Terry,
Desert Stars,
Japan,
Fear,
Index,
DNA,
Tim Buckley,
Josef K,
The American Breed,
Fad Gadget,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neu!,
B.T. Express,
Deadbeat,
Spoonie Gee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television Personalities,
Moss Icon,
Slave,
Alison Limerick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skarface,
Nas,
DJ Sneak,
Brass Construction,
Agitation Free,
Lindisfarne,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Vainqueur,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gichy Dan,
Shuggie Otis,
The Techniques,
Franke,
Derrick May,
The Blackbyrds,
ABC,
Black Bananas,
The Young Rascals,
Arab on Radar,
Quantec,
Aloha Tigers,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.