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 Bhutan and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar 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 Al Stewart to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
In Retrospect,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Style,
Zapp,
Fat Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swell Maps,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Neon Judgement,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Saints,
Marmalade,
The Star Department,
Jeff Lynne,
The Victims,
The Buckinghams,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kayak,
Popol Vuh,
Parry Music,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kas Product,
Lou Christie,
Motorama,
the Association,
Hasil Adkins,
Interpol,
Technova,
Dual Sessions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Khruangbin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Panda Bear,
New Age Steppers,
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül II,
10cc,
The Durutti Column,
Angry Samoans,
Max Romeo,
Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
Joensuu 1685,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris Corsano,
Young Marble Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Copeland,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Teasers,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.