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 New Zealand and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Magazine 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Cluster,
Arcadia,
Jandek,
Arab on Radar,
The Buckinghams,
Rotary Connection,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liliput,
Panda Bear,
Vainqueur,
Thee Headcoats,
Grey Daturas,
F. McDonald,
Essential Logic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camberwell Now,
H. Thieme,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Christie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Franke,
Theoretical Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Deepchord,
Silicon Teens,
Flash Fearless,
Mad Mike,
The Gun Club,
La Düsseldorf,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pagans,
the Swans,
Sällskapet,
Intrusion,
Delta 5,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiohead,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Five Americans,
Sound Behaviour,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonny Sharrock,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scrapy,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Offenders,
Alice Coltrane,
the Human League,
Porter Ricks,
Ossler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.