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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Banda Bassotti to the grunge 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
ABBA,
Brick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mo-Dettes,
The Blues Magoos,
Arab on Radar,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonic Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boredoms,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Bowie,
The Walker Brothers,
Clear Light,
China Crisis,
Make Up,
Lyres,
Bang On A Can,
The Mojo Men,
Simply Red,
Porter Ricks,
Main Source,
Matthew Bourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Khruangbin,
Crooked Eye,
The Litter,
The Young Rascals,
Skarface,
Livin' Joy,
Juan Atkins,
Inner City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blossom Toes,
Ultra Naté,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Goldenarms,
Pierre Henry,
The Dirtbombs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantytec,
Rod Modell,
The Associates,
Gabor Szabo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
Cecil Taylor,
Isaac Hayes,
Sandy B,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Green,
Dark Day,
Brand Nubian,
Saccharine Trust,
Nico,
Thompson Twins,
Talk Talk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.