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 Mongolia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Patti Smith to the punk 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Average White Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Kurtis Blow,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fugs,
John Lydon,
Sex Pistols,
The Music Machine,
Harry Pussy,
The Smoke,
Maurizio,
Funky Four + One,
Arthur Verocai,
Brick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Sherman,
Soulsonic Force,
Nas,
Slave,
the Swans,
Flash Fearless,
Stereo Dub,
The Neon Judgement,
Stockholm Monsters,
Khruangbin,
The Monochrome Set,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mummies,
The Barracudas,
Fad Gadget,
Panda Bear,
The Fire Engines,
The Litter,
Black Bananas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dennis Brown,
Prince Buster,
Pulsallama,
Wasted Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amazonics,
The Remains,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
Steve Hackett,
Masters at Work,
The Moody Blues,
Minny Pops,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick Morgan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Girls At Our Best!,
Duran Duran,
Alison Limerick,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.