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 Iraq and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bob Dylan to the electroclash 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
The Five Americans,
Television Personalities,
Maleditus Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smoke,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
kango's stein massive,
Slick Rick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Almond,
Khruangbin,
Faust,
The Cramps,
The Fall,
Con Funk Shun,
Moebius,
CMW,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Mills,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris & Cosey,
Aswad,
DJ Sneak,
Scan 7,
Lou Christie,
Dawn Penn,
Carl Craig,
Sandy B,
JFA,
Brass Construction,
Scion,
Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
Intrusion,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young,
DNA,
Faraquet,
U.S. Maple,
Motorama,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television,
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Livin' Joy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tubeway Army,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Audionom,
Isaac Hayes,
Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marine Girls,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.