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 Moldova and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Derrick May to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Sam Rivers,
Basic Channel,
Pagans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Schoolly D,
Sonic Youth,
Lungfish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Invisible,
The Happenings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Second Layer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantaleimon,
Con Funk Shun,
Deakin,
Negative Approach,
Ronan,
Ituana,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moby Grape,
Spandau Ballet,
Rod Modell,
Audionom,
Niagra,
The Moody Blues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pole,
Rotary Connection,
Joey Negro,
Qualms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Royal Trux,
Judy Mowatt,
Faust,
Lightning Bolt,
Average White Band,
New York Dolls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Slits,
Black Moon,
Animal Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacques Brel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Procol Harum,
Brass Construction,
Half Japanese,
Altered Images,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The J.B.'s,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.