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 Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Zero Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Archie Shepp,
These Immortal Souls,
Skarface,
Reuben Wilson,
the Slits,
Dennis Brown,
the Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Electric Prunes,
Q65,
The Durutti Column,
The Music Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Terry,
Khruangbin,
The Golliwogs,
B.T. Express,
Niagra,
Mission of Burma,
Amazonics,
Technova,
Al Stewart,
Motorama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crooked Eye,
Marvin Gaye,
The Saints,
The Associates,
Dawn Penn,
Public Enemy,
Accadde A,
Trumans Water,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barclay James Harvest,
Max Romeo,
The Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
Kenny Larkin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David McCallum,
The Buckinghams,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maurizio,
Eden Ahbez,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lindisfarne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MC5,
Alton Ellis,
The Stooges,
Moebius,
Visage,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.