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 Sweden and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
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 rhodes 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sällskapet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed,
New Age Steppers,
Mr. Review,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slick Rick,
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hardrive,
Peter & Gordon,
Guru Guru,
Aaron Thompson,
The Stooges,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Roxette,
Babytalk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang of Four,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Moon,
Sugar Minott,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DNA,
Dark Day,
the Swans,
Sun City Girls,
The American Breed,
Quantec,
Rosa Yemen,
Marmalade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
The Toasters,
Smog,
Minnie Riperton,
Yellowson,
Black Bananas,
The Skatalites,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
FM Einheit,
Michelle Simonal,
Pole,
The Star Department,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arcadia,
Moby Grape,
The Knickerbockers,
Quadrant,
Rufus Thomas,
Agent Orange,
MDC,
Tom Boy,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.