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 Bhutan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
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 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 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 Barracudas to the grime 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Ossler,
Pulsallama,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Rundgren,
Pagans,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonic Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agent Orange,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
Andrew Hill,
Dawn Penn,
Schoolly D,
Make Up,
The Skatalites,
Ten City,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Sherman,
Oneida,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roy Ayers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Black Dice,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zero Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pere Ubu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Knickerbockers,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Trumans Water,
Ken Boothe,
Ornette Coleman,
Letta Mbulu,
Moss Icon,
B.T. Express,
Country Teasers,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Au Pairs,
Inner City,
Tommy Roe,
Parry Music,
The Names,
EPMD,
Roxy Music,
Juan Atkins,
Minnie Riperton,
Quadrant,
Freddie Wadling,
T.S.O.L.,
Easy Going,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.