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 Czech Republic and from London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Joensuu 1685 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Archie Shepp,
Roger Hodgson,
Quando Quango,
The Tremeloes,
Skarface,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang On A Can,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Porter Ricks,
The Vogues,
Radiopuhelimet,
Franke,
The Busters,
Don Cherry,
The Evens,
Gang Starr,
Juan Atkins,
Livin' Joy,
Janne Schatter,
Unwound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aural Exciters,
Joy Division,
Gichy Dan,
The Blues Magoos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fuzztones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magma,
Colin Newman,
LL Cool J,
Alphaville,
The Mojo Men,
Roxette,
Camouflage,
World's Most,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Knickerbockers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
ABC,
Danielle Patucci,
The Count Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronnie Foster,
Faraquet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crash Course in Science,
Royal Trux,
Scion,
Charles Mingus,
Eve St. Jones,
cv313,
The New Christs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.