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 Thailand and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monochrome Set,
UT,
The United States of America,
Lungfish,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Bananas,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Bourne,
Youth Brigade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erykah Badu,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liliput,
Lower 48,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABBA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick May,
Neu!,
The Smoke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ponytail,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Almond,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aswad,
Supertramp,
The Smiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tears for Fears,
The Five Americans,
The Pretty Things,
Henry Cow,
Bill Wells,
Bill Near,
Pantytec,
Y Pants,
F. McDonald,
Black Moon,
John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
The Moody Blues,
Fela Kuti,
Japan,
Talk Talk,
The Music Machine,
Camouflage,
Banda Bassotti,
David Bowie,
Shuggie Otis,
Inner City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.