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 Haiti and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Knickerbockers to the jazz 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Skriet,
Pantytec,
Harry Pussy,
Duran Duran,
Rekid,
Blossom Toes,
Make Up,
Amon Düül,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül II,
Nirvana,
The Leaves,
Tim Buckley,
Scrapy,
Fluxion,
Deadbeat,
Black Bananas,
Ludus,
Japan,
Radiohead,
Vladislav Delay,
The Offenders,
Silicon Teens,
Desert Stars,
Visage,
10cc,
Ten City,
Massinfluence,
Thee Headcoats,
Wire,
David Axelrod,
Sound Behaviour,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alphaville,
A Certain Ratio,
R.M.O.,
Archie Shepp,
The Velvet Underground,
Grey Daturas,
Gang of Four,
Barrington Levy,
The Birthday Party,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Section 25,
cv313,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television Personalities,
Animal Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Saccharine Trust,
Tom Boy,
Byron Stingily,
Vainqueur,
Soft Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Mark Hollis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.