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 Tunisia 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultravox to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
The Stooges,
Mark Hollis,
Suburban Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Accadde A,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Rundgren,
Whodini,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Underground Resistance,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Görl,
Ronnie Foster,
Saccharine Trust,
Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fugs,
Harry Pussy,
The Gap Band,
Ice-T,
the Germs,
Bob Dylan,
MC5,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dead C,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Hill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
Donald Byrd,
The Doors,
Buzzcocks,
Camberwell Now,
Neu!,
Sixth Finger,
The Cowsills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
F. McDonald,
Thee Headcoats,
The Raincoats,
Sarah Menescal,
Mantronix,
Todd Terry,
a-ha,
Yellowson,
Kayak,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cecil Taylor,
Susan Cadogan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scrapy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Massinfluence,
Rosa Yemen,
Barrington Levy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.