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 Yemen and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bronski Beat to the disco 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul II Soul,
PIL,
T. Rex,
Wolf Eyes,
Prince Buster,
The Real Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ralphi Rosario,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mojo Men,
Vainqueur,
Lalann,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Franke,
Marc Almond,
Lucky Dragons,
D'Angelo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Cell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Count Five,
Man Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Mark Hollis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Bananas,
Ice-T,
Tom Boy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Index,
Motorama,
Eric Dolphy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warsaw,
The Star Department,
the Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moody Blues,
Rites of Spring,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Happenings,
David Axelrod,
Crispian St. Peters,
Josef K,
The Barracudas,
The Fall,
Joy Division,
Nico,
The Dead C,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Copeland,
Sun City Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.