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 Lesotho and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lou Reed 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 Barclay James Harvest to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
The Velvet Underground,
Ponytail,
Sight & Sound,
Cameo,
The Gories,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Audionom,
Piero Umiliani,
Bluetip,
Skaos,
The Misunderstood,
Wolf Eyes,
Basic Channel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry's Kids,
Patti Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Happenings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anthony Braxton,
Rites of Spring,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deepchord,
Dennis Brown,
FM Einheit,
Isaac Hayes,
48th St. Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T. Rex,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blossom Toes,
Parry Music,
Main Source,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donny Hathaway,
Underground Resistance,
Ultravox,
Funky Four + One,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reagan Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Bang On A Can,
Thee Headcoats,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül II,
The Invisible,
Bush Tetras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Groovy Waters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Carl Craig,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.