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 Slovakia and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Newcleus,
Scion,
The Black Dice,
The Busters,
Brothers Johnson,
Maurizio,
Gang of Four,
Massinfluence,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thee Headcoats,
Eurythmics,
Steve Hackett,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare,
Hashim,
Wolf Eyes,
Dark Day,
Hot Snakes,
Animal Collective,
The Mojo Men,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oblivians,
Silicon Teens,
The Dave Clark Five,
Interpol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Count Five,
the Association,
Quando Quango,
Porter Ricks,
Tom Boy,
Crash Course in Science,
Deadbeat,
The Doors,
Skaos,
Alphaville,
Bush Tetras,
Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rapeman,
Nils Olav,
Ituana,
Sparks,
Al Stewart,
Morten Harket,
Guru Guru,
David Axelrod,
China Crisis,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Byron Stingily,
Mandrill,
Fela Kuti,
Funky Four + One,
Prince Buster,
Harry Pussy,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.