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 Canada and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Eve St. Jones to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fad Gadget,
Godley & Creme,
CMW,
Los Fastidios,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hasil Adkins,
The Litter,
the Human League,
Nils Olav,
Animal Collective,
Angry Samoans,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Near,
Au Pairs,
Agitation Free,
Zapp,
Porter Ricks,
Japan,
Howard Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
X-Ray Spex,
Nik Kershaw,
Anthony Braxton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dead C,
Television Personalities,
Sandy B,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fall,
The Smoke,
Sight & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Scion,
Das Ding,
The Vogues,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter and Kerry,
Zero Boys,
Moss Icon,
Marc Almond,
10cc,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minor Threat,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young,
The Knickerbockers,
Leonard Cohen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sex Pistols,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crime,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.