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 Palau and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marc Almond to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gladiators,
Monolake,
Monks,
Derrick May,
Dennis Brown,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tubeway Army,
X-Ray Spex,
Pulsallama,
Iggy Pop,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Flash Fearless,
The Barracudas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Newcleus,
John Holt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lower 48,
Blancmange,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skarface,
The Victims,
Ituana,
Donald Byrd,
Ossler,
Mr. Review,
Josef K,
Anakelly,
Mars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zapp,
Maurizio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
The Music Machine,
The Associates,
a-ha,
Infiniti,
The Residents,
Ohio Players,
Maleditus Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The United States of America,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mad Mike,
Sixth Finger,
Quando Quango,
Quantec,
The Skatalites,
The Cure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.