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 Australia and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Al Stewart to the jazz 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Scott Walker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fear,
The United States of America,
Lyres,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The New Christs,
Roxette,
ABBA,
The Gun Club,
Procol Harum,
Donny Hathaway,
Malaria!,
Rakim,
Youth Brigade,
Icehouse,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Fraelich,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Clarke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fuzztones,
Animal Collective,
Marine Girls,
Todd Terry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick May,
Los Fastidios,
The Standells,
The Mummies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Womack,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thee Headcoats,
Rotary Connection,
Sugar Minott,
the Association,
Crispy Ambulance,
Juan Atkins,
Make Up,
The Gories,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantytec,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angry Samoans,
The Monks,
Funkadelic,
Sight & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Cluster,
Barbara Tucker,
Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sixth Finger,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.