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 Kosovo and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Bobby Womack to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Angels of Light,
The Martian,
Scion,
Cal Tjader,
PIL,
Ituana,
10cc,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dual Sessions,
Graham Central Station,
Adolescents,
Wolf Eyes,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chrome,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boredoms,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun City Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronnie Foster,
The Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxy Music,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mojo Men,
DNA,
Terry Callier,
Gabor Szabo,
Eden Ahbez,
In Retrospect,
Hashim,
Eve St. Jones,
Ohio Players,
Ken Boothe,
The Saints,
Skriet,
Yaz,
Desert Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sound Behaviour,
Pylon,
Deadbeat,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacques Brel,
Fat Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Dolphy,
Glenn Branca,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Average White Band,
Magazine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
F. McDonald,
Todd Terry,
Lyres,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television Personalities,
Mantronix,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.