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 Albania and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 The Cowsills to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Barry Ungar,
Harmonia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Animal Collective,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlback,
K-Klass,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Velvet Underground,
Cecil Taylor,
Donald Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
Suicide,
T.S.O.L.,
The Knickerbockers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Severed Heads,
Soft Machine,
Terry Callier,
Jacob Miller,
Con Funk Shun,
Michelle Simonal,
Parry Music,
Ituana,
U.S. Maple,
The Leaves,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moby Grape,
The Invisible,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doors,
Peter and Kerry,
Symarip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalann,
The Blues Magoos,
Deadbeat,
Agent Orange,
The Sonics,
Yellowson,
Visage,
Blake Baxter,
Dennis Brown,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faraquet,
Duran Duran,
Kurtis Blow,
Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cramps,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.