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 Ivory Coast and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Fuzztones to the dance 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Erykah Badu,
Stereo Dub,
T. Rex,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radio Birdman,
Sixth Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agent Orange,
Ultra Naté,
New Order,
Heaven 17,
Funkadelic,
the Normal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Can,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül,
Roxy Music,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faust,
Matthew Bourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Trumans Water,
Danielle Patucci,
Agitation Free,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eurythmics,
The Residents,
Scion,
Judy Mowatt,
Silicon Teens,
Aswad,
PIL,
Mad Mike,
The Grass Roots,
Average White Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Laurel Aitken,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Vogues,
Ohio Players,
The Misunderstood,
Crash Course in Science,
Alton Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Panda Bear,
The Stooges,
The New Christs,
Hot Snakes,
The Moleskins,
The Raincoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
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.