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 Denmark and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the dance 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blossom Toes,
Nirvana,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Kinks,
Soul Sonic Force,
In Retrospect,
Inner City,
Joyce Sims,
Soulsonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalann,
Pussy Galore,
Judy Mowatt,
Bush Tetras,
Royal Trux,
Aaron Thompson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Carl Craig,
Blancmange,
Deakin,
KRS-One,
Kaleidoscope,
The Human League,
Smog,
June Days,
Sight & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unwound,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hashim,
Toni Rubio,
Susan Cadogan,
Fela Kuti,
Agitation Free,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moleskins,
Sam Rivers,
E-Dancer,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxette,
The Mojo Men,
Spandau Ballet,
Infiniti,
New York Dolls,
Talk Talk,
Electric Prunes,
X-102,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Divine Comedy,
Index,
Massinfluence,
Minutemen,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.