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 Russia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Tears for Fears to the disco 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Marvin Gaye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Seeds,
Ronnie Foster,
Banda Bassotti,
Albert Ayler,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Misunderstood,
Toni Rubio,
The Walker Brothers,
Scrapy,
Silicon Teens,
Crash Course in Science,
Visage,
The Blues Magoos,
Lyres,
Blancmange,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pylon,
The Gories,
The Vogues,
Massinfluence,
Godley & Creme,
Skaos,
A Certain Ratio,
The American Breed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Residents,
The Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
Kurtis Blow,
Cal Tjader,
Fat Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
the Germs,
MDC,
The Fugs,
Gabor Szabo,
Gichy Dan,
The Monochrome Set,
Agitation Free,
Panda Bear,
Warsaw,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aaron Thompson,
Skriet,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
Jawbox,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang On A Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Skatalites,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.