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 Bahamas and from New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the disco 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harmonia,
Schoolly D,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stiv Bators,
Tommy Roe,
Whodini,
Moss Icon,
The Monks,
Scientists,
8 Eyed Spy,
KRS-One,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jawbox,
Dead Boys,
Carl Craig,
The Pop Group,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Amazonics,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tears for Fears,
Scratch Acid,
Black Moon,
The Walker Brothers,
Liliput,
Skaos,
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker,
Main Source,
The Evens,
Brand Nubian,
Audionom,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radio Birdman,
Khruangbin,
The Dead C,
Derrick May,
Tubeway Army,
Warsaw,
Mr. Review,
Icehouse,
Malaria!,
Babytalk,
Stetsasonic,
Shuggie Otis,
The Names,
Donald Byrd,
John Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
Max Romeo,
Susan Cadogan,
Sound Behaviour,
These Immortal Souls,
The Invisible,
MC5,
Joe Smooth,
Y Pants,
Bill Wells,
Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.