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 Togo and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Walker Brothers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Zero Boys,
Deepchord,
Ossler,
Zapp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flipper,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gories,
Pantytec,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Das Ding,
Mantronix,
The Leaves,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare,
John Cale,
Anthony Braxton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scientists,
Black Bananas,
Wings,
Unwound,
the Sonics,
Suicide,
Derrick Morgan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cheater Slicks,
New Order,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Trojans,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
L. Decosne,
The Durutti Column,
Blancmange,
Peter and Kerry,
Graham Central Station,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Henry Cow,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Christie,
The Gladiators,
Scion,
The Red Krayola,
The Neon Judgement,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.