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 Kiribati and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Marine Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Moon,
Excepter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heaven 17,
Robert Wyatt,
Swans,
Simply Red,
a-ha,
Lou Christie,
Japan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Audionom,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gories,
Jacques Brel,
World's Most,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Procol Harum,
Negative Approach,
Y Pants,
Das Ding,
New Age Steppers,
Isaac Hayes,
JFA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gichy Dan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wolf Eyes,
Flash Fearless,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crash Course in Science,
Mission of Burma,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smoke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aloha Tigers,
Dual Sessions,
Yaz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Byrd,
Boredoms,
June of 44,
The Red Krayola,
Section 25,
Joy Division,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lucky Dragons,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxy Music,
Can,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.