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 Nicaragua and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Country Teasers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash,
Toni Rubio,
The Pretty Things,
Minny Pops,
Bauhaus,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalann,
Connie Case,
The Busters,
The Walker Brothers,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Mills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Lynne,
Unwound,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cowsills,
Ituana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brass Construction,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
Jacob Miller,
The Blues Magoos,
Anthony Braxton,
Ludus,
Fugazi,
Arcadia,
Ronan,
Audionom,
Section 25,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angry Samoans,
Symarip,
Mandrill,
Nick Fraelich,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fad Gadget,
Roxy Music,
Crime,
Panda Bear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Red Krayola,
Deadbeat,
Oneida,
Wire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.