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 Tajikistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jeru the Damaja to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Residents,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Sherman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ponytail,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Style,
Grauzone,
The Barracudas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Popol Vuh,
X-101,
Black Bananas,
Cybotron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tim Buckley,
the Association,
Faraquet,
New Order,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Au Pairs,
Sonic Youth,
Heaven 17,
The Knickerbockers,
Barrington Levy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lightning Bolt,
Hoover,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Barry Ungar,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare,
Grey Daturas,
Kenny Larkin,
Panda Bear,
Boredoms,
Maurizio,
Monolake,
Roxette,
Saccharine Trust,
Byron Stingily,
Minor Threat,
Cecil Taylor,
Slick Rick,
Alison Limerick,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Buckinghams,
KRS-One,
Los Fastidios,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Absolute Body Control,
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.