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 Senegal and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Monolake 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Near,
The Remains,
Soft Machine,
Accadde A,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Average White Band,
The Saints,
L. Decosne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Goldenarms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Age Steppers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bob Dylan,
Pylon,
The Offenders,
Make Up,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sight & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Livin' Joy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Order,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Connie Case,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yellowson,
Prince Buster,
The Count Five,
Lyres,
Neu!,
Roxy Music,
the Swans,
The Stooges,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Theoretical Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pierre Henry,
Thompson Twins,
Eurythmics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Almond,
World's Most,
The Cowsills,
X-102,
The Busters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlback,
Easy Going,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Mills,
Sällskapet,
The Gun Club,
This Heat,
Angry Samoans,
Royal Trux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.