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 Portland.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacob Miller,
The Detroit Cobras,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sixth Finger,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Make Up,
Livin' Joy,
Brand Nubian,
Boz Scaggs,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Moon,
Ornette Coleman,
Essential Logic,
Spandau Ballet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crooked Eye,
The Fuzztones,
The Mojo Men,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mr. Review,
ABBA,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Birthday Party,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camberwell Now,
Slave,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q and Not U,
Glambeats Corp.,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gun Club,
The Move,
Laurel Aitken,
Dead Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quantec,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Bourne,
Toni Rubio,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.