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 Turkey and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Derrick May to the dance 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Cale,
The Durutti Column,
Fugazi,
Angry Samoans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker,
Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Livin' Joy,
Ituana,
Sonic Youth,
Y Pants,
The Evens,
Kayak,
the Swans,
Funky Four + One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Desert Stars,
Gong,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Patti Smith,
The Tremeloes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Niagra,
Masters at Work,
Warsaw,
Lightning Bolt,
The Saints,
Ossler,
The Remains,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers,
June Days,
Bill Near,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radio Birdman,
Davy DMX,
Pole,
Yaz,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bluetip,
Scan 7,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visage,
Unrelated Segments,
Stiv Bators,
Outsiders,
Robert Wyatt,
The Martian,
Goldenarms,
Maleditus Sound,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.