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 South Sudan and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bronski Beat to the grime 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Arcadia,
Smog,
Audionom,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fad Gadget,
Yazoo,
Eli Mardock,
Massinfluence,
Lungfish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mission of Burma,
Hasil Adkins,
D'Angelo,
A Certain Ratio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerri Chandler,
Rod Modell,
Metal Thangz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantaleimon,
Ronnie Foster,
Pole,
Quantec,
R.M.O.,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Womack,
The Remains,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
Fear,
Duran Duran,
The United States of America,
Freddie Wadling,
Marine Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
KRS-One,
Piero Umiliani,
Charles Mingus,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Bananas,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Selecter,
The Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
Max Romeo,
The Divine Comedy,
John Foxx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fluxion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Infiniti,
Bill Near,
Cybotron,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blackbyrds,
Alphaville,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.