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 Ethiopia and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Harpers Bizarre to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Black Bananas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
CMW,
Harry Pussy,
Ten City,
Barry Ungar,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Niagra,
Nick Fraelich,
Fluxion,
Joe Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
F. McDonald,
Davy DMX,
Soul II Soul,
The Fugs,
Camberwell Now,
Masters at Work,
Yellowson,
Graham Central Station,
Black Sheep,
David Axelrod,
Toni Rubio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quadrant,
Sarah Menescal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mark Hollis,
Al Stewart,
Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
Henry Cow,
Bob Dylan,
Joe Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Rites of Spring,
the Soft Cell,
Pagans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Surgeon,
Average White Band,
Arcadia,
Eric Dolphy,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Goldenarms,
Simply Red,
Von Mondo,
Deadbeat,
Adolescents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.