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 the UAE and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Malaria! to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rufus Thomas,
The Litter,
Nils Olav,
Marmalade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nas,
Kurtis Blow,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Axelrod,
Accadde A,
Agent Orange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Star Department,
Sparks,
The Smiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alice Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
the Germs,
The Pop Group,
Soft Cell,
The Motions,
R.M.O.,
Tim Buckley,
Agitation Free,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Sheep,
Television,
The Saints,
Erykah Badu,
Erasure,
Blossom Toes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thompson Twins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Liliput,
Visage,
The Dead C,
The Cowsills,
Sugar Minott,
The Fall,
Glenn Branca,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maurizio,
Arthur Verocai,
The Zeros,
Negative Approach,
Black Flag,
The Modern Lovers,
Vladislav Delay,
James White and The Blacks,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.