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 Canada and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Goldenarms to the punk 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kurtis Blow,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Almond,
Brick,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABC,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donald Byrd,
Joy Division,
Morten Harket,
The Stooges,
Outsiders,
Ohio Players,
Saccharine Trust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Metal Thangz,
KRS-One,
Nas,
Bill Wells,
Aural Exciters,
The Searchers,
OOIOO,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flash Fearless,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Parry Music,
The Index,
Ituana,
Scientists,
Cybotron,
Johnny Clarke,
Surgeon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Byrd,
a-ha,
Vainqueur,
The Monks,
Faraquet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Residents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Livin' Joy,
Josef K,
Can,
Organ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Trojans,
Janne Schatter,
The Music Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agent Orange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zero Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ice-T,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doors,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, 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.