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 Serbia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Panda Bear to the funk 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Ken Boothe,
Sarah Menescal,
Crime,
Neil Young,
Livin' Joy,
the Bar-Kays,
Babytalk,
Second Layer,
Matthew Bourne,
Alphaville,
Kerri Chandler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Teasers,
Dennis Brown,
Piero Umiliani,
Alison Limerick,
Minnie Riperton,
FM Einheit,
The Blues Magoos,
The Alarm Clocks,
Can,
Toni Rubio,
Model 500,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gastr Del Sol,
Albert Ayler,
Stiv Bators,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Rundgren,
Sandy B,
Fatback Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Human League,
Basic Channel,
Deepchord,
The Gories,
Qualms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lower 48,
Joe Smooth,
The Gladiators,
The Misunderstood,
Lightning Bolt,
The Names,
Infiniti,
the Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
Main Source,
The Fuzztones,
The Last Poets,
Suicide,
Flamin' Groovies,
June Days,
R.M.O.,
Wally Richardson,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Green,
Gang of Four,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.