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 Slovenia and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Scan 7 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Siglo XX,
UT,
Animal Collective,
Nils Olav,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Isaac Hayes,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fugazi,
The Red Krayola,
Wasted Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Mills,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zero Boys,
Patti Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Toasters,
Guru Guru,
The Fall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wings,
Warren Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Surgeon,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultravox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Birthday Party,
New York Dolls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Index,
Yaz,
Cybotron,
Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
Darondo,
the Normal,
Nas,
Anakelly,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Juan Atkins,
Lindisfarne,
Pantytec,
Derrick May,
the Bar-Kays,
Gichy Dan,
D'Angelo,
Lou Christie,
Moebius,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.