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 Macedonia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chris Corsano to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Jandek,
Nik Kershaw,
Dual Sessions,
New York Dolls,
Carl Craig,
Q and Not U,
kango's stein massive,
ABBA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nils Olav,
Laurel Aitken,
Freddie Wadling,
Cal Tjader,
Easy Going,
Wally Richardson,
Godley & Creme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Finger,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q65,
The Motions,
Circle Jerks,
Oblivians,
Adolescents,
Brick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rufus Thomas,
Bluetip,
Suburban Knight,
Colin Newman,
Eric Copeland,
Kaleidoscope,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scrapy,
Bobby Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Skatalites,
Wasted Youth,
Loose Ends,
China Crisis,
Anakelly,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed,
X-102,
Robert Hood,
The Fugs,
Steve Hackett,
Black Moon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tres Demented,
Barry Ungar,
Television,
The Moleskins,
Soft Cell,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.