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 Bangladesh and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Nils Olav to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wings,
The Raincoats,
The Dead C,
Brothers Johnson,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slackers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Walker Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Lalann,
Lakeside,
Steve Hackett,
Warsaw,
The Barracudas,
Das Ding,
The Sonics,
Oneida,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brass Construction,
Animal Collective,
The Golliwogs,
Faust,
David Axelrod,
Freddie Wadling,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Depeche Mode,
MDC,
Dual Sessions,
Zero Boys,
Howard Jones,
Motorama,
Pussy Galore,
The Gladiators,
Shoche,
The Count Five,
Wally Richardson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scrapy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Kinks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agitation Free,
Franke,
Camouflage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
Sugar Minott,
the Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arab on Radar,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Severed Heads,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker,
Blake Baxter,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.