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 Finland and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Erykah Badu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Metal Thangz,
Sällskapet,
Sandy B,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shoche,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Moon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Inner City,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Starr,
Aloha Tigers,
MDC,
The Gun Club,
A Certain Ratio,
The Count Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
Motorama,
10cc,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Saints,
Smog,
Q65,
Icehouse,
Malaria!,
The Mummies,
Rapeman,
Graham Central Station,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barrington Levy,
Dark Day,
The Gories,
Scratch Acid,
Symarip,
Nico,
Vainqueur,
Ornette Coleman,
Loose Ends,
Duran Duran,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra,
Byron Stingily,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ponytail,
Sister Nancy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Tim Buckley,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Kinks,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.