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 Guinea-Bissau and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Graham Central Station to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Matthew Bourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pulsallama,
The Gap Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minor Threat,
Groovy Waters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
Marmalade,
Negative Approach,
One Last Wish,
Albert Ayler,
Dave Gahan,
Nas,
K-Klass,
Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
Silicon Teens,
June Days,
Davy DMX,
Aloha Tigers,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiohead,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Underground Resistance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Das Ding,
Young Marble Giants,
Rakim,
Joy Division,
Idris Muhammad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sixth Finger,
The Move,
New Order,
The Walker Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Procol Harum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
10cc,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Human League,
Q and Not U,
Cluster,
La Düsseldorf,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra,
Minutemen,
Infiniti,
The Cramps,
AZ,
Grey Daturas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Swans,
H. Thieme,
Pantaleimon,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.