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 Serbia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Amon Düül II to the grunge 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The Doors,
The Wake,
Black Moon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shoche,
Colin Newman,
Soft Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Joe Finger,
John Holt,
Jandek,
Lou Reed,
The Black Dice,
Newcleus,
Harry Pussy,
Clear Light,
Gong,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pere Ubu,
X-102,
Surgeon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
Jacques Brel,
Soul II Soul,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Sheep,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantaleimon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brothers Johnson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spandau Ballet,
The Last Poets,
Fatback Band,
Lindisfarne,
Talk Talk,
The Offenders,
Idris Muhammad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deakin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Soft Cell,
Audionom,
48th St. Collective,
The J.B.'s,
Camberwell Now,
the Sonics,
Robert Hood,
The Fall,
Alphaville,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yaz,
Barry Ungar,
Pierre Henry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick Morgan,
Yellowson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.