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 Romania and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Detroit Cobras to the funk 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
EPMD,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Womack,
Godley & Creme,
the Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Banda Bassotti,
The Young Rascals,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker,
Drexciya,
Khruangbin,
D'Angelo,
Franke,
Monolake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
JFA,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cure,
Crash Course in Science,
PIL,
Ultravox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Desert Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
The Names,
Malaria!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joyce Sims,
Urselle,
Reuben Wilson,
Barbara Tucker,
David McCallum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brand Nubian,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eli Mardock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Sherman,
the Slits,
Marc Almond,
Dual Sessions,
Sarah Menescal,
Radio Birdman,
Howard Jones,
John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
Outsiders,
Sixth Finger,
CMW,
Fad Gadget,
Camouflage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donald Byrd,
the Normal,
Don Cherry,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.