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 Argentina and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
Dual Sessions,
Adolescents,
Fat Boys,
Suicide,
Black Moon,
The Durutti Column,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monks,
Talk Talk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joyce Sims,
Fluxion,
Kaleidoscope,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q65,
Kurtis Blow,
The Saints,
The Real Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultra Naté,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ponytail,
The Wake,
F. McDonald,
Minor Threat,
Procol Harum,
Marvin Gaye,
Warren Ellis,
Duran Duran,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dark Day,
Wasted Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Minutemen,
Funkadelic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
kango's stein massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare,
Infiniti,
Swans,
Soul II Soul,
June of 44,
a-ha,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sight & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Second Layer,
Deadbeat,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Stooges,
Spoonie Gee,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.