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 Austria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rufus Thomas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Isaac Hayes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Charles Mingus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Order,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Rundgren,
Gong,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Copeland,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Kerrie Biddell,
David McCallum,
The Cure,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smoke,
The Walker Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Massinfluence,
Piero Umiliani,
Oblivians,
The Skatalites,
Bob Dylan,
Hot Snakes,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Style,
Jawbox,
Gang Starr,
D'Angelo,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Dolphy,
Wolf Eyes,
the Swans,
Robert Hood,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantytec,
The Leaves,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T.S.O.L.,
Ken Boothe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Janne Schatter,
Negative Approach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slits,
Model 500,
Unwound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moebius,
Hasil Adkins,
John Foxx,
One Last Wish,
ABC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Lynne,
the Human League,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.