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 Peru and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Boz Scaggs to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reagan Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Babytalk,
Underground Resistance,
Pantaleimon,
The Selecter,
Loose Ends,
Section 25,
The Evens,
Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
Mark Hollis,
Piero Umiliani,
T. Rex,
Yusef Lateef,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
U.S. Maple,
Q and Not U,
Sugar Minott,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Sherman,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Dolphy,
Silicon Teens,
The Fuzztones,
Simply Red,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fat Boys,
The Barracudas,
Guru Guru,
Eurythmics,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash,
Index,
The Saints,
Kerrie Biddell,
Danielle Patucci,
The Motions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Suicide,
Fela Kuti,
Arcadia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The J.B.'s,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Tres Demented,
Warren Ellis,
the Association,
Rotary Connection,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
John Foxx,
Infiniti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Mad Mike,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.