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 Colombia and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Quando Quango to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
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,
Nirvana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
China Crisis,
Severed Heads,
Franke,
Cluster,
K-Klass,
The Move,
Main Source,
Organ,
Johnny Clarke,
Newcleus,
The Offenders,
Au Pairs,
Infiniti,
Todd Terry,
Max Romeo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unrelated Segments,
F. McDonald,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skaos,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shoche,
Public Enemy,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Graham Central Station,
Pulsallama,
Monolake,
Janne Schatter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marcia Griffiths,
Youth Brigade,
The United States of America,
David Bowie,
Sex Pistols,
Bronski Beat,
The Divine Comedy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Judy Mowatt,
Arab on Radar,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Finger,
Hoover,
The Count Five,
The Fugs,
Bauhaus,
Scott Walker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Near,
The Wake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spoonie Gee,
Pierre Henry,
The Music Machine,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.