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 Syria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 8 Eyed Spy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Japan,
Spoonie Gee,
Rod Modell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Danielle Patucci,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gun Club,
Basic Channel,
Joe Finger,
D'Angelo,
Pere Ubu,
The Knickerbockers,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers,
Silicon Teens,
Little Man,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Sällskapet,
Roxette,
John Holt,
Lyres,
Bad Manners,
Dave Gahan,
Lakeside,
Infiniti,
Charles Mingus,
Althea and Donna,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Kas Product,
Oblivians,
Sam Rivers,
X-101,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minutemen,
The Kinks,
Saccharine Trust,
Porter Ricks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Offenders,
Warren Ellis,
In Retrospect,
Howard Jones,
The Mummies,
The Wake,
R.M.O.,
Freddie Wadling,
These Immortal Souls,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brothers Johnson,
Alton Ellis,
Kayak,
Second Layer,
the Fania All-Stars,
Das Ding,
John Coltrane,
Interpol,
Deepchord,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.