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 Azerbaijan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Buckinghams to the rock 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Pierre Henry,
Rapeman,
Shoche,
Malaria!,
Thee Headcoats,
The Evens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reuben Wilson,
B.T. Express,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Clarke,
Albert Ayler,
Scratch Acid,
F. McDonald,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donald Byrd,
the Slits,
Can,
Anthony Braxton,
The Happenings,
The Moody Blues,
The Golliwogs,
the Normal,
the Association,
The Techniques,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joyce Sims,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
The Slits,
Interpol,
Bluetip,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Susan Cadogan,
Al Stewart,
The United States of America,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra,
Q65,
The Divine Comedy,
Godley & Creme,
Byron Stingily,
Lindisfarne,
Thompson Twins,
Babytalk,
Pussy Galore,
Kerrie Biddell,
Index,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Colin Newman,
Hashim,
Isaac Hayes,
World's Most,
Agitation Free,
Quando Quango,
Scientists,
The Victims,
Scion,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.