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 Finland and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Marvin Gaye to the crunk 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
MDC,
Babytalk,
Faraquet,
Little Man,
The Gories,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cameo,
Terry Callier,
Yusef Lateef,
Chrome,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick May,
The Real Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Pagans,
Flipper,
Marvin Gaye,
Von Mondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mad Mike,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang of Four,
Aswad,
Sixth Finger,
Bronski Beat,
Monks,
Faust,
the Fania All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
Sugar Minott,
The Blackbyrds,
Arcadia,
OOIOO,
The Selecter,
Michelle Simonal,
The Neon Judgement,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick Morgan,
Boredoms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ossler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Raincoats,
AZ,
The Count Five,
Q and Not U,
Warren Ellis,
Scrapy,
Smog,
Lightning Bolt,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.