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 Serbia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pole to the electroclash 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
EPMD,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tommy Roe,
K-Klass,
Lower 48,
Pantytec,
DJ Style,
Pulsallama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barrington Levy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sällskapet,
The Golliwogs,
Hot Snakes,
Jandek,
Trumans Water,
The Moleskins,
Funkadelic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mary Jane Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Loose Ends,
Magma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Khruangbin,
Pere Ubu,
Rekid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül II,
The Count Five,
Charles Mingus,
Amazonics,
The Misunderstood,
Skarface,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kas Product,
Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
Clear Light,
Matthew Halsall,
Make Up,
Stiv Bators,
Bad Manners,
Lalann,
Bob Dylan,
The Young Rascals,
Index,
The Toasters,
The Mummies,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiohead,
The Raincoats,
Panda Bear,
Saccharine Trust,
Blancmange,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.