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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Tres Demented to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camberwell Now,
Shuggie Otis,
Siglo XX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Von Mondo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tommy Roe,
Country Teasers,
Gang Green,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Harmonia,
The Motions,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Neon Judgement,
Au Pairs,
L. Decosne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Womack,
Trumans Water,
Clear Light,
The Victims,
Toni Rubio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smoke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Con Funk Shun,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang On A Can,
Sam Rivers,
The Mummies,
Bootsy Collins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Age Steppers,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hardrive,
Lalann,
The Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
The Offenders,
Index,
The Raincoats,
Black Moon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
Eli Mardock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Underground Resistance,
Mandrill,
Deakin,
Lee Hazlewood,
JFA,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.