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 Egypt and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Holt to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anthony Braxton,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nik Kershaw,
Albert Ayler,
Slick Rick,
B.T. Express,
Quando Quango,
The Music Machine,
kango's stein massive,
One Last Wish,
The Kinks,
Mark Hollis,
Morten Harket,
Althea and Donna,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Flag,
Gong,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Style,
Yazoo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronan,
The Angels of Light,
Echospace,
Massinfluence,
Dark Day,
Judy Mowatt,
Livin' Joy,
Soft Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kerri Chandler,
The Star Department,
Alison Limerick,
Minny Pops,
Sarah Menescal,
Faraquet,
The Detroit Cobras,
World's Most,
Brick,
Howard Jones,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ludus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
Lalann,
Marc Almond,
The Red Krayola,
Skaos,
Yaz,
The Zeros,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Parry Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.