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 Bangladesh and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Moby Grape to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Half Japanese,
Moss Icon,
Tears for Fears,
Organ,
The Buckinghams,
Rosa Yemen,
Agitation Free,
The Cramps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Metal Thangz,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Standells,
Radiohead,
Peter & Gordon,
The Techniques,
Nick Fraelich,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Essential Logic,
The Cure,
Thompson Twins,
U.S. Maple,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marvin Gaye,
Faust,
Unrelated Segments,
Dual Sessions,
Stiv Bators,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy Collins,
Neu!,
The Kinks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vainqueur,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
ABC,
The Fugs,
Neil Young,
The Gories,
EPMD,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Names,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dawn Penn,
Brand Nubian,
The Move,
Grey Daturas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pierre Henry,
Sparks,
Bang On A Can,
Blossom Toes,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.