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 Italy and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Q65 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül II,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Bananas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Red Krayola,
Tres Demented,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Dolphy,
Mo-Dettes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Christie,
Robert Wyatt,
John Holt,
Piero Umiliani,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Depeche Mode,
Pagans,
Magazine,
Dawn Penn,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boredoms,
Blake Baxter,
Sound Behaviour,
Boz Scaggs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Josef K,
Curtis Mayfield,
LL Cool J,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rekid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerri Chandler,
Liliput,
Buzzcocks,
Negative Approach,
Bill Near,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun City Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Neon Judgement,
Deepchord,
Visage,
The Searchers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rufus Thomas,
The Misunderstood,
The Martian,
ABC,
The United States of America,
Agitation Free,
Urselle,
Brick,
Fluxion,
Henry Cow,
Fugazi,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
Anthony Braxton,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.