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 Jamaica and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Robert Palmer 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 Donny Hathaway to the grime 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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Todd Rundgren,
Scan 7,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Cal Tjader,
Agent Orange,
Pagans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Görl,
ABC,
Funky Four + One,
Au Pairs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Albert Ayler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Audionom,
Neil Young,
Kaleidoscope,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Swell Maps,
June of 44,
Subhumans,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hashim,
K-Klass,
Inner City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dennis Brown,
Jandek,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
La Düsseldorf,
Duran Duran,
Cheater Slicks,
David McCallum,
Eurythmics,
Idris Muhammad,
Rekid,
Liliput,
Eddi Front,
Sight & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Depeche Mode,
Rotary Connection,
Tropical Tobacco,
Adolescents,
Lou Christie,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantaleimon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radio Birdman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.