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 Benin and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Unwound 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
Supertramp,
MC5,
Khruangbin,
The Velvet Underground,
Graham Central Station,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Average White Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David McCallum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stetsasonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monolake,
Joe Smooth,
Erasure,
Ohio Players,
Clear Light,
Young Marble Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eurythmics,
X-102,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra,
Negative Approach,
Quadrant,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
D'Angelo,
The Misunderstood,
Intrusion,
Donny Hathaway,
Simply Red,
The Move,
Aaron Thompson,
The Stooges,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül II,
The Slackers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cal Tjader,
Bang On A Can,
Letta Mbulu,
Heaven 17,
X-101,
Shuggie Otis,
Dead Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deakin,
Rod Modell,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.