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 Seychelles and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kool Moe Dee to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Skriet,
Inner City,
Nick Fraelich,
Ludus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Animal Collective,
The Cowsills,
Spoonie Gee,
Camberwell Now,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Buckinghams,
The Zeros,
The Gladiators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monochrome Set,
Fluxion,
The Modern Lovers,
Cymande,
Barbara Tucker,
Khruangbin,
Moss Icon,
Tres Demented,
Circle Jerks,
Negative Approach,
David Bowie,
Deakin,
The Cure,
Oblivians,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiohead,
the Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
X-101,
Zero Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Terry,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rapeman,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slackers,
The Slits,
Amazonics,
Sixth Finger,
MDC,
The Pretty Things,
New Age Steppers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
World's Most,
Anakelly,
Scrapy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q65,
Adolescents,
Jeru the Damaja,
Girls At Our Best!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.