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 Indonesia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Model 500 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Deepchord,
MC5,
Joyce Sims,
Das Ding,
The Gladiators,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sunsets and Hearts,
Steve Hackett,
Barbara Tucker,
Soulsonic Force,
Eurythmics,
The Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chrome,
Chris Corsano,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry's Kids,
Fugazi,
Electric Prunes,
Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantytec,
The Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
London Community Gospel Choir,
These Immortal Souls,
Clear Light,
Pagans,
Camouflage,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sexual Harrassment,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nico,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Starr,
Camberwell Now,
The Associates,
K-Klass,
Audionom,
Talk Talk,
Terry Callier,
Agitation Free,
Unrelated Segments,
Deakin,
The Saints,
Rosa Yemen,
The Velvet Underground,
The Skatalites,
Prince Buster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minnie Riperton,
The Victims,
Altered Images,
Joe Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
Ohio Players,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.