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 Rwanda and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mojo Men to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Eve St. Jones,
Section 25,
Black Moon,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moleskins,
Scan 7,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pole,
Talk Talk,
Ponytail,
Erasure,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Beau Brummels,
Archie Shepp,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Starr,
Mo-Dettes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Buzzcocks,
The Grass Roots,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris & Cosey,
Siglo XX,
Sister Nancy,
Moby Grape,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alice Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Almond,
The Kinks,
Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unrelated Segments,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rosa Yemen,
Minor Threat,
Adolescents,
Crash Course in Science,
Das Ding,
Pierre Henry,
The Monks,
FM Einheit,
Ossler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
KRS-One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hardrive,
Soul II Soul,
Wire,
Khruangbin,
The Skatalites,
Kurtis Blow,
Radio Birdman,
Drexciya,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.