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 United Kingdom and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Excepter,
New York Dolls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sandy B,
Gregory Isaacs,
LL Cool J,
The Names,
Connie Case,
Young Marble Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
ABBA,
Blake Baxter,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Moon,
Todd Terry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Toasters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agent Orange,
James White and The Blacks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Lynne,
The Vogues,
Q65,
Accadde A,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sarah Menescal,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smoke,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Al Stewart,
The Blackbyrds,
The Misunderstood,
Panda Bear,
The Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Black Dice,
Nation of Ulysses,
Silicon Teens,
Soulsonic Force,
Guru Guru,
Laurel Aitken,
Severed Heads,
Sparks,
Kerri Chandler,
Main Source,
Kayak,
The Doors,
Delta 5,
Morten Harket,
Ultravox,
Ronnie Foster,
UT,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.