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 Ethiopia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Al Stewart to the electroclash 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Kas Product,
Altered Images,
Eli Mardock,
Davy DMX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Seeds,
Khruangbin,
Nick Fraelich,
Dual Sessions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scrapy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sam Rivers,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harry Pussy,
MDC,
Saccharine Trust,
Byron Stingily,
Infiniti,
Eddi Front,
Absolute Body Control,
Susan Cadogan,
Nas,
Grey Daturas,
T. Rex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moleskins,
The Vogues,
Blancmange,
PIL,
Pussy Galore,
The Gories,
Sugar Minott,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Terry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crime,
Rites of Spring,
The Kinks,
Porter Ricks,
The Star Department,
Crooked Eye,
The Victims,
Monks,
The Zeros,
Minnie Riperton,
Mary Jane Girls,
Outsiders,
Neil Young,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slave,
China Crisis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shuggie Otis,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.