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 Panama and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Doobie 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fuzztones,
Wolf Eyes,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Görl,
Black Bananas,
John Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
Arab on Radar,
Mr. Review,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Buzzcocks,
Essential Logic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kaleidoscope,
Wally Richardson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T. Rex,
Bill Near,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cluster,
Q65,
R.M.O.,
Khruangbin,
Skriet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Byron Stingily,
Clear Light,
Aswad,
Gastr Del Sol,
KRS-One,
Black Pus,
Don Cherry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Organ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Order,
Theoretical Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Metal Thangz,
Ituana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Absolute Body Control,
Wings,
The Dirtbombs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sugar Minott,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick Morgan,
Derrick May,
Iggy Pop,
The Fugs,
Bill Wells,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.