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 Finland and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Pantaleimon to the dance 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lightning Bolt,
Bluetip,
Rosa Yemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sam Rivers,
B.T. Express,
Oneida,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
La Düsseldorf,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Schoolly D,
The Five Americans,
Gong,
Swell Maps,
Tom Boy,
Flamin' Groovies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacques Brel,
Hasil Adkins,
Zapp,
Davy DMX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pagans,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tommy Roe,
Sex Pistols,
Siglo XX,
Sonic Youth,
DJ Style,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultra Naté,
The Star Department,
Urselle,
Soft Machine,
Symarip,
Index,
Babytalk,
The Saints,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiohead,
cv313,
Black Bananas,
Excepter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mo-Dettes,
Hot Snakes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ice-T,
Byron Stingily,
Sparks,
Pantytec,
Kas Product,
Stereo Dub,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.