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 Comoros and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bronski Beat to the grime 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Pole,
Yusef Lateef,
Basic Channel,
Lower 48,
Robert Hood,
Animal Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bronski Beat,
Tom Boy,
Blossom Toes,
Sun City Girls,
David Axelrod,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dennis Brown,
Quando Quango,
The Techniques,
The Gladiators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
Aloha Tigers,
The Birthday Party,
Bluetip,
Brothers Johnson,
Aaron Thompson,
Terry Callier,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blancmange,
Josef K,
Vladislav Delay,
Franke,
Marc Almond,
T.S.O.L.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blackbyrds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donald Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zero Boys,
One Last Wish,
The Divine Comedy,
FM Einheit,
Alphaville,
Visage,
Inner City,
Moebius,
John Foxx,
Ultravox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Wake,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Second Layer,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.