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 Sudan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba 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 Wings to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
ABC,
KRS-One,
the Normal,
Avey Tare,
Piero Umiliani,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fear,
Nico,
Talk Talk,
D'Angelo,
Guru Guru,
Jerry's Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
Morten Harket,
Lindisfarne,
Theoretical Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pierre Henry,
The Residents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eurythmics,
Loose Ends,
The Star Department,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Kinks,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Mills,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Near,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Byrd,
Cymande,
Soul Sonic Force,
PIL,
Tom Boy,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed,
The Busters,
Black Bananas,
Ohio Players,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Section 25,
Metal Thangz,
The Gun Club,
The Evens,
John Foxx,
Buzzcocks,
Shuggie Otis,
Fluxion,
Marc Almond,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.