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 Germany and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Searchers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
One Last Wish,
The Happenings,
DJ Sneak,
Dorothy Ashby,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Remains,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Terry,
K-Klass,
Livin' Joy,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
Lakeside,
Brand Nubian,
Amazonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Dolphy,
The United States of America,
Porter Ricks,
Y Pants,
Michelle Simonal,
Blake Baxter,
David Axelrod,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Babytalk,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Style,
Neil Young,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
The Divine Comedy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun Ra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Halsall,
Stiv Bators,
Mad Mike,
Whodini,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smiths,
Rotary Connection,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ken Boothe,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül II,
Absolute Body Control,
Swell Maps,
The Fortunes,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.