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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Bob Dylan to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Lou Reed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
Faraquet,
The Cure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Seeds,
Nas,
The Vogues,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Green,
Black Bananas,
Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Golliwogs,
Tomorrow,
Wire,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Basic Channel,
Toni Rubio,
James White and The Blacks,
Deadbeat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Talk Talk,
Y Pants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
PIL,
Porter Ricks,
Charles Mingus,
The Motions,
Man Parrish,
Jandek,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moleskins,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eden Ahbez,
Skarface,
D'Angelo,
David McCallum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Morten Harket,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry's Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Fraelich,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter & Gordon,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.