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 Syria and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 MDC to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlback,
EPMD,
Cybotron,
Roxy Music,
Marmalade,
Absolute Body Control,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arthur Verocai,
Gong,
The Standells,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiohead,
Lower 48,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Wyatt,
Kurtis Blow,
Isaac Hayes,
Technova,
Con Funk Shun,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
K-Klass,
Tres Demented,
Kerri Chandler,
Wasted Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxette,
Jeff Mills,
Colin Newman,
The Angels of Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cameo,
E-Dancer,
Livin' Joy,
the Association,
John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
The Residents,
John Coltrane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fuzztones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
AZ,
Sun City Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Accadde A,
Japan,
Khruangbin,
Bill Near,
Patti Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ossler,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.