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 Lithuania and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare 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 Kurtis Blow to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Silicon Teens,
The Misunderstood,
LL Cool J,
Boz Scaggs,
Outsiders,
World's Most,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jawbox,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moby Grape,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick Morgan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
KRS-One,
Kurtis Blow,
Gabor Szabo,
Loose Ends,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Average White Band,
Fat Boys,
Q65,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiopuhelimet,
Banda Bassotti,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moleskins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Bananas,
Magazine,
Urselle,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispy Ambulance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young,
Dark Day,
Steve Hackett,
Vladislav Delay,
Aloha Tigers,
The Last Poets,
The Searchers,
Ken Boothe,
Pierre Henry,
Josef K,
Monolake,
The Fuzztones,
Suburban Knight,
Oblivians,
Marine Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mo-Dettes,
Parry Music,
Eric Copeland,
Ossler,
Carl Craig,
Letta Mbulu,
Reagan Youth,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.