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 Austria and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
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 marimba 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 Au Pairs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Japan,
The Martian,
The Techniques,
Underground Resistance,
KRS-One,
Bad Manners,
Terrestrial Tones,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dead C,
Franke,
The Cure,
The Moody Blues,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Teasers,
Lou Christie,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erykah Badu,
Pole,
Dennis Brown,
Camberwell Now,
Harmonia,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sonics,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Raincoats,
T. Rex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
a-ha,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Remains,
Stetsasonic,
Metal Thangz,
Drexciya,
Fatback Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gap Band,
June of 44,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantytec,
CMW,
Chris & Cosey,
Vladislav Delay,
Depeche Mode,
Gastr Del Sol,
Index,
Kenny Larkin,
Young Marble Giants,
Blossom Toes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.