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 Azerbaijan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lee Hazlewood to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Grass Roots,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Saints,
Bluetip,
Grauzone,
Eden Ahbez,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unwound,
The Names,
Ponytail,
Rites of Spring,
Pantaleimon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Average White Band,
Graham Central Station,
Nik Kershaw,
The Golliwogs,
ABBA,
Flipper,
Y Pants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharoah Sanders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mojo Men,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare,
The Remains,
Bobby Sherman,
World's Most,
New Order,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fuzztones,
Byron Stingily,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wings,
Ralphi Rosario,
Japan,
The Monks,
Alison Limerick,
Barrington Levy,
The Techniques,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Searchers,
Franke,
Symarip,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pop Group,
Lalo Schifrin,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.