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 Malawi and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 KRS-One to the electroclash 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Bananas,
The Monks,
Desert Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
Absolute Body Control,
Flamin' Groovies,
kango's stein massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monolake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Unwound,
Flipper,
Wolf Eyes,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fela Kuti,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Fraelich,
Kerri Chandler,
Piero Umiliani,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Second Layer,
Sight & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flash Fearless,
New Order,
Grey Daturas,
Black Moon,
Eddi Front,
The Fall,
Depeche Mode,
Franke,
Q and Not U,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Sherman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dual Sessions,
The Blues Magoos,
Inner City,
Blancmange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siglo XX,
Mandrill,
Amazonics,
Soul II Soul,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Don Cherry,
Minor Threat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Al Stewart,
The Shadows of Knight,
Von Mondo,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.