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 Malta and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Leonard Cohen to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Moss Icon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Procol Harum,
Deakin,
Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
ABC,
Donald Byrd,
Symarip,
Country Teasers,
The Dirtbombs,
Harry Pussy,
Cecil Taylor,
Fear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maleditus Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Stereo Dub,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cure,
Supertramp,
Soul II Soul,
Brass Construction,
Gichy Dan,
Bob Dylan,
June Days,
The Techniques,
Trumans Water,
Can,
Bauhaus,
Malaria!,
Ludus,
Lightning Bolt,
Accadde A,
Panda Bear,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harmonia,
Frankie Knuckles,
Duran Duran,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lakeside,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
PIL,
Wasted Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tubeway Army,
Pet Shop Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Grauzone,
Aural Exciters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bad Manners,
Kas Product,
The Selecter,
The Cowsills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.