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 Cambodia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lou Reed 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 The Saints to the grunge 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Talk Talk,
Freddie Wadling,
Ornette Coleman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anakelly,
Agitation Free,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
kango's stein massive,
The Moleskins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boredoms,
Excepter,
Jacques Brel,
Black Bananas,
EPMD,
Make Up,
Suicide,
Quantec,
The Offenders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lightning Bolt,
The Five Americans,
Porter Ricks,
The Gap Band,
Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Circle Jerks,
The Black Dice,
The Moody Blues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Khruangbin,
Crash Course in Science,
Minny Pops,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nico,
Hot Snakes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stereo Dub,
Guru Guru,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arcadia,
Robert Görl,
The Count Five,
The American Breed,
The Skatalites,
Rekid,
Idris Muhammad,
Sam Rivers,
48th St. Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
the Slits,
Jandek,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
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.