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 Monaco and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 the Association to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Mandrill,
Marine Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hoover,
Warren Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacob Miller,
Interpol,
The Buckinghams,
Junior Murvin,
John Foxx,
The United States of America,
Aloha Tigers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Associates,
John Holt,
Henry Cow,
Anakelly,
Marc Almond,
Buzzcocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Birthday Party,
Rekid,
Byron Stingily,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gong,
Echospace,
The Music Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Organ,
Livin' Joy,
The Fugs,
Neu!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalann,
The Blues Magoos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Five Americans,
DJ Style,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Bananas,
Rod Modell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fluxion,
Lucky Dragons,
Crooked Eye,
Girls At Our Best!,
Khruangbin,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Divine Comedy,
Mantronix,
Jacques Brel,
Qualms,
The Index,
The Litter,
Black Pus,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.