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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Wire to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalann,
Rosa Yemen,
Henry Cow,
CMW,
The Black Dice,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moss Icon,
Babytalk,
Archie Shepp,
Qualms,
The Slits,
Marine Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Happenings,
Deadbeat,
Erykah Badu,
Essential Logic,
Connie Case,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joy Division,
Parry Music,
Procol Harum,
Absolute Body Control,
New Age Steppers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Half Japanese,
Bang On A Can,
Barbara Tucker,
The Remains,
Black Bananas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Main Source,
The Young Rascals,
The Misunderstood,
John Foxx,
The Star Department,
Skarface,
R.M.O.,
New York Dolls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantaleimon,
Joyce Sims,
Rites of Spring,
Cameo,
Deakin,
the Human League,
June Days,
Brothers Johnson,
The Saints,
The Names,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker,
Average White Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.