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 Sweden and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grunge 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Joy Division,
Vainqueur,
Joey Negro,
Sugar Minott,
Schoolly D,
Thompson Twins,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Wake,
Half Japanese,
Man Eating Sloth,
Motorama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Certain Ratio,
Sam Rivers,
OOIOO,
Don Cherry,
Ituana,
Mark Hollis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang of Four,
John Holt,
Kayak,
Tim Buckley,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Leaves,
Byron Stingily,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young,
The Black Dice,
Metal Thangz,
Roger Hodgson,
Symarip,
Barbara Tucker,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Residents,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Altered Images,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boredoms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camouflage,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slick Rick,
The Skatalites,
Girls At Our Best!,
Icehouse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heaven 17,
Neu!,
Junior Murvin,
Carl Craig,
Groovy Waters,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Music Machine,
Pole,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.