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 Guatemala and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fire Engines to the grime 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Skriet,
Roxette,
Eden Ahbez,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Evens,
The Pretty Things,
These Immortal Souls,
Urselle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moby Grape,
Depeche Mode,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ituana,
K-Klass,
The Skatalites,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tres Demented,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Yellowson,
The Human League,
Ludus,
Johnny Clarke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amazonics,
ABC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Graham Central Station,
June of 44,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rotary Connection,
Icehouse,
Talk Talk,
Lindisfarne,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonic Youth,
Fluxion,
Bill Wells,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Velvet Underground,
Joensuu 1685,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David McCallum,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kas Product,
Hoover,
Minor Threat,
KRS-One,
Al Stewart,
the Sonics,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.