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 Pakistan and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Radiohead to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlback,
Babytalk,
Organ,
Lightning Bolt,
The Standells,
Anakelly,
Mad Mike,
Pagans,
Pulsallama,
Basic Channel,
Von Mondo,
Kas Product,
Scan 7,
Janne Schatter,
Godley & Creme,
Freddie Wadling,
Pole,
Carl Craig,
Fat Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxette,
Mandrill,
Deakin,
Radio Birdman,
Boredoms,
Amazonics,
Gang Green,
Animal Collective,
Sugar Minott,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bob Dylan,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deadbeat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Beau Brummels,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Birthday Party,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dead Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chrome,
Eddi Front,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Skatalites,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ossler,
Graham Central Station,
Aswad,
Radiohead,
Easy Going,
Chris & Cosey,
Iggy Pop,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.