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 Palau and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Bourne,
The Victims,
Ossler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fear,
Average White Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sällskapet,
Easy Going,
10cc,
The Slackers,
Pagans,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Smooth,
FM Einheit,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris & Cosey,
Malaria!,
Section 25,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
cv313,
The Fuzztones,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Wells,
OOIOO,
Dennis Brown,
Soul II Soul,
Bill Near,
Eddi Front,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ten City,
James White and The Blacks,
Scan 7,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
K-Klass,
Colin Newman,
Outsiders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bluetip,
The Happenings,
Funkadelic,
X-101,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun City Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Godley & Creme,
Ultra Naté,
The Raincoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gong,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Basic Channel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris Corsano,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Enemy,
Symarip,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.