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 Norway 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Axelrod,
The Red Krayola,
Easy Going,
The Vogues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bob Dylan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Technova,
Skriet,
Ultra Naté,
Guru Guru,
Boredoms,
Metal Thangz,
The Barracudas,
Alice Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Green,
Mars,
Spandau Ballet,
John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
Sister Nancy,
Section 25,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül,
PIL,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Toasters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yaz,
Scott Walker,
The Blackbyrds,
Lower 48,
Negative Approach,
MDC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funkadelic,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Moon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cecil Taylor,
The Five Americans,
Can,
Pylon,
The Birthday Party,
The Pop Group,
Sex Pistols,
Letta Mbulu,
Cal Tjader,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fortunes,
Country Teasers,
Nik Kershaw,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.