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 Burkina and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 The Red Krayola to the disco 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Animal Collective,
Faust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erasure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Saints,
Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chrome,
ABBA,
The Dead C,
the Normal,
Niagra,
Sex Pistols,
Little Man,
Y Pants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eurythmics,
Von Mondo,
New Order,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June of 44,
Angry Samoans,
Circle Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zero Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Shuggie Otis,
cv313,
Flipper,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Sam Rivers,
Stetsasonic,
Reuben Wilson,
Dual Sessions,
The Remains,
Black Moon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
Anakelly,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantaleimon,
Television Personalities,
The Victims,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ohio Players,
John Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
The Move,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Halsall,
Tim Buckley,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q and Not U,
Prince Buster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.