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 Cape Verde and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Neu! to the techno 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kenny Larkin,
David Axelrod,
U.S. Maple,
Porter Ricks,
Faust,
Robert Hood,
Loose Ends,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Misunderstood,
KRS-One,
Section 25,
The Divine Comedy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zero Boys,
L. Decosne,
Yaz,
Fat Boys,
Rapeman,
Bill Near,
Radiohead,
Robert Wyatt,
Cal Tjader,
The Blues Magoos,
The Kinks,
X-102,
Eve St. Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
the Association,
ABBA,
Altered Images,
The Fall,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Christie,
Japan,
Cecil Taylor,
John Lydon,
The Toasters,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Barracudas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jawbox,
Goldenarms,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül II,
Banda Bassotti,
Aaron Thompson,
Easy Going,
Boogie Down Productions,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlback,
June Days,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.