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 Ivory Coast and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Popol Vuh to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quadrant,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Ituana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maleditus Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
Marine Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Con Funk Shun,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fuzztones,
Kerri Chandler,
Urselle,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flipper,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun City Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
The Pretty Things,
The Beau Brummels,
Clear Light,
The Move,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wings,
Quantec,
Zero Boys,
Masters at Work,
Roger Hodgson,
Eli Mardock,
The Evens,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Saints,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kayak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
Inner City,
New Age Steppers,
The Dead C,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nirvana,
Franke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Residents,
Bush Tetras,
The Doors,
B.T. Express,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agent Orange,
The Star Department,
T.S.O.L.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
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.