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 Poland and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Talk Talk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Clear Light,
Supertramp,
New Order,
Bill Wells,
The Vogues,
H. Thieme,
Black Pus,
Silicon Teens,
Mars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monolake,
Groovy Waters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gong,
The Five Americans,
the Swans,
R.M.O.,
The Slackers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Angels of Light,
Au Pairs,
the Normal,
Crime,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter & Gordon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tubeway Army,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry's Kids,
Terry Callier,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lungfish,
Warren Ellis,
X-102,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Terry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kenny Larkin,
Arab on Radar,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Teasers,
The Saints,
China Crisis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Accadde A,
Andrew Hill,
The Monks,
Procol Harum,
Angry Samoans,
Tres Demented,
Cluster,
Black Moon,
The New Christs,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.