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 Azerbaijan and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 The Cowsills to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Yaz,
Man Parrish,
the Human League,
Brass Construction,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gabor Szabo,
Maleditus Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxette,
Derrick Morgan,
The J.B.'s,
Arcadia,
Robert Görl,
Bill Wells,
Faust,
Henry Cow,
Lyres,
Spoonie Gee,
Mantronix,
Jandek,
Erasure,
The Pretty Things,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Hill,
The Victims,
The Red Krayola,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flash Fearless,
Rufus Thomas,
Alphaville,
Marvin Gaye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aloha Tigers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moody Blues,
Royal Trux,
Lightning Bolt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
World's Most,
The Busters,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Junior Murvin,
The Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Order,
Y Pants,
Sonic Youth,
Visage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ohio Players,
Rotary Connection,
The Seeds,
Model 500,
Sun Ra,
Simply Red,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.