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 El Salvador and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lyres to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Wasted Youth,
Brick,
Cameo,
Sandy B,
Japan,
Barbara Tucker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
Desert Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxette,
Niagra,
Eddi Front,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Charles Mingus,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gladiators,
Main Source,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ossler,
Country Teasers,
Groovy Waters,
48th St. Collective,
Talk Talk,
Ponytail,
K-Klass,
Drexciya,
Bauhaus,
EPMD,
Ten City,
Pagans,
Neu!,
Popol Vuh,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dual Sessions,
Television Personalities,
New Order,
Rotary Connection,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camberwell Now,
June Days,
The Sound,
Morten Harket,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monks,
Moebius,
Mark Hollis,
Skarface,
Prince Buster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
D'Angelo,
ABBA,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Black Dice,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.