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 Australia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Talk Talk to the techno 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
Donald Byrd,
Moby Grape,
Unrelated Segments,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
Sixth Finger,
Khruangbin,
The United States of America,
the Bar-Kays,
Negative Approach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Carl Craig,
The Five Americans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Motorama,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick Morgan,
Au Pairs,
Young Marble Giants,
Dawn Penn,
Rod Modell,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül,
The Gap Band,
Eddi Front,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Procol Harum,
Altered Images,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The New Christs,
Metal Thangz,
The Birthday Party,
Ornette Coleman,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Organ,
Albert Ayler,
Smog,
Tommy Roe,
The Invisible,
ABBA,
Black Pus,
Arthur Verocai,
Jandek,
Anakelly,
Mantronix,
Andrew Hill,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed,
Kaleidoscope,
Ludus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ice-T,
China Crisis,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.