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 Nicaragua and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kayak to the punk 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Wasted Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Faust,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra,
Dave Gahan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
48th St. Collective,
T.S.O.L.,
The Velvet Underground,
Excepter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker,
Basic Channel,
Barbara Tucker,
OOIOO,
Jacques Brel,
Charles Mingus,
Amazonics,
Spoonie Gee,
the Association,
cv313,
the Normal,
Lyres,
Bill Near,
Grey Daturas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
Massinfluence,
Lungfish,
Ultra Naté,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deadbeat,
Joey Negro,
Parry Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Neon Judgement,
Hardrive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Can,
Henry Cow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sam Rivers,
The Moody Blues,
the Bar-Kays,
Gong,
The Star Department,
Swans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.