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 Mongolia and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Colin Newman,
Joe Finger,
X-102,
Black Moon,
Idris Muhammad,
Livin' Joy,
Suicide,
Trumans Water,
Leonard Cohen,
Vainqueur,
The Real Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Bowie,
Ossler,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxette,
Average White Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Five Americans,
Goldenarms,
The Names,
Lou Reed,
Lakeside,
Alice Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
Moebius,
L. Decosne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
PIL,
Ultravox,
Rufus Thomas,
Joensuu 1685,
Jawbox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donny Hathaway,
Minny Pops,
Circle Jerks,
The Cure,
Shoche,
Tom Boy,
Popol Vuh,
The Walker Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Tommy Roe,
Los Fastidios,
Intrusion,
Erykah Badu,
The Birthday Party,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
KRS-One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pierre Henry,
Mad Mike,
Cluster,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gap Band,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.