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 Turkey and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rekid to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Byrd,
Urselle,
Delta 5,
The Fugs,
The Monks,
Warren Ellis,
The Standells,
T.S.O.L.,
The Beau Brummels,
Smog,
the Germs,
Eurythmics,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Mills,
Tommy Roe,
Leonard Cohen,
Michelle Simonal,
Dave Gahan,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Prunes,
Faust,
Lou Christie,
Chris & Cosey,
Radio Birdman,
Byron Stingily,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gories,
F. McDonald,
Hashim,
Audionom,
Joensuu 1685,
PIL,
The Victims,
Eric Copeland,
Anakelly,
The Red Krayola,
48th St. Collective,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scratch Acid,
MC5,
Lucky Dragons,
The Modern Lovers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bush Tetras,
the Association,
Talk Talk,
Stiv Bators,
Wolf Eyes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Certain Ratio,
Arthur Verocai,
Groovy Waters,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.