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 Liechtenstein and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Donald Fagen 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 Colin Newman to the rock 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Bowie,
The Index,
The Seeds,
Minutemen,
Boredoms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Mills,
Henry Cow,
June Days,
Fugazi,
Whodini,
Franke,
DJ Sneak,
Stereo Dub,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fluxion,
Ituana,
These Immortal Souls,
Sällskapet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swans,
Q and Not U,
Wasted Youth,
Radiohead,
Bluetip,
Bootsy Collins,
Anakelly,
Essential Logic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Absolute Body Control,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Motions,
Banda Bassotti,
John Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Happenings,
Roxy Music,
Interpol,
Underground Resistance,
ABC,
Robert Hood,
Monolake,
The Walker Brothers,
Faraquet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Royal Trux,
Eurythmics,
The Slackers,
Don Cherry,
Pantaleimon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aswad,
The Standells,
a-ha,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.