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 Uruguay and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Robert Palmer 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 Khruangbin to the punk 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Nirvana,
Delon & Dalcan,
Absolute Body Control,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donald Byrd,
Interpol,
Lightning Bolt,
Arcadia,
Bootsy Collins,
The Evens,
Junior Murvin,
D'Angelo,
Sonic Youth,
Marmalade,
K-Klass,
Essential Logic,
The Offenders,
A Certain Ratio,
Wasted Youth,
ABC,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siglo XX,
Magma,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glenn Branca,
Subhumans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
PIL,
Lucky Dragons,
Unwound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gichy Dan,
Oneida,
Sixth Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
Wally Richardson,
Don Cherry,
Colin Newman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Walker Brothers,
Hardrive,
The Black Dice,
Malaria!,
Boz Scaggs,
kango's stein massive,
ABBA,
Banda Bassotti,
Arthur Verocai,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fugazi,
Brass Construction,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.