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 East Timor and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Shadows of Knight to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Surgeon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxy Music,
Alton Ellis,
Jawbox,
Wire,
Amon Düül,
Fat Boys,
The Names,
E-Dancer,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rotary Connection,
Ultra Naté,
Theoretical Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Style,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Max Romeo,
Todd Terry,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronnie Foster,
David McCallum,
Swell Maps,
Neu!,
The Happenings,
Faust,
Skaos,
cv313,
The Real Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronan,
Susan Cadogan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
Accadde A,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Order,
Marmalade,
Niagra,
The Standells,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Starr,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blackbyrds,
Sällskapet,
Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.