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 Jordan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Aloha Tigers to the jazz 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The Divine Comedy,
The United States of America,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rosa Yemen,
The Martian,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Moon,
Whodini,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Hill,
Newcleus,
AZ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Mills,
Mo-Dettes,
New Order,
Bush Tetras,
the Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fad Gadget,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pagans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Kinks,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young,
Goldenarms,
The Cure,
Loose Ends,
Glenn Branca,
Guru Guru,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Searchers,
KRS-One,
Funkadelic,
The Moody Blues,
Monolake,
Liliput,
Public Enemy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Clarke,
Flash Fearless,
New York Dolls,
Bill Near,
Negative Approach,
Swell Maps,
Jacques Brel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lee Hazlewood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Flag,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fortunes,
Q65,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.