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 Vanuatu and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the disco 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes 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?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Joensuu 1685,
Arcadia,
Make Up,
Man Eating Sloth,
Q65,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marmalade,
Half Japanese,
Pole,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amazonics,
The Litter,
Lalann,
Lyres,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sparks,
R.M.O.,
PIL,
Barclay James Harvest,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heaven 17,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Hill,
Cecil Taylor,
Toni Rubio,
Guru Guru,
Harmonia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ludus,
Crooked Eye,
Niagra,
Camouflage,
Dual Sessions,
Black Sheep,
The Gladiators,
Davy DMX,
Judy Mowatt,
Brothers Johnson,
The Evens,
Tim Buckley,
the Normal,
Amon Düül,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ice-T,
Wasted Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Subhumans,
Kenny Larkin,
The Misunderstood,
Banda Bassotti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris Corsano,
The Moody Blues,
Easy Going,
Television Personalities,
The Smiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.