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 Lesotho and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Godley & Creme,
The Modern Lovers,
Alphaville,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Symarip,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fire Engines,
Japan,
China Crisis,
H. Thieme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Patti Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül II,
Rites of Spring,
New Order,
Pierre Henry,
Todd Terry,
Cheater Slicks,
The Neon Judgement,
Yellowson,
Neil Young,
Pole,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moleskins,
Gregory Isaacs,
In Retrospect,
Sarah Menescal,
Donny Hathaway,
Neu!,
Ituana,
Don Cherry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gladiators,
Severed Heads,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monks,
Donald Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Steve Hackett,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABBA,
The Smiths,
Chris Corsano,
The Red Krayola,
Al Stewart,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tommy Roe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fortunes,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & 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.