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 Grenada and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the electroclash 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Iggy Pop,
Tres Demented,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hashim,
The Fuzztones,
Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
World's Most,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Y Pants,
Matthew Bourne,
Faraquet,
LL Cool J,
The Star Department,
Wings,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mandrill,
Josef K,
John Cale,
The Red Krayola,
June Days,
Panda Bear,
the Fania All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
John Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
The Smiths,
Drexciya,
Aloha Tigers,
Eddi Front,
Frankie Knuckles,
Danielle Patucci,
Jawbox,
DJ Sneak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
E-Dancer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick May,
MDC,
F. McDonald,
The American Breed,
Liliput,
Roger Hodgson,
Sex Pistols,
The Fugs,
Kurtis Blow,
David McCallum,
Fat Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Anthony Braxton,
Aural Exciters,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.