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 France and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 June of 44 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Beau Brummels,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed,
Ronnie Foster,
Motorama,
Hardrive,
The Modern Lovers,
the Swans,
Chrome,
Jeff Mills,
Whodini,
Livin' Joy,
The Black Dice,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young,
R.M.O.,
Joe Finger,
Trumans Water,
Nico,
Joey Negro,
David Axelrod,
Sam Rivers,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doors,
Quando Quango,
Bush Tetras,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Wells,
X-102,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
LL Cool J,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moleskins,
Camberwell Now,
Dawn Penn,
The Offenders,
John Foxx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fugs,
Stiv Bators,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minny Pops,
La Düsseldorf,
Janne Schatter,
Porter Ricks,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Womack,
Television Personalities,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Toni Rubio,
These Immortal Souls,
Fad Gadget,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magazine,
The Count Five,
Kayak,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.