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 Romania and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kenny Larkin to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
New Order,
KRS-One,
The Saints,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yaz,
The Sound,
The Gun Club,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Shadows of Knight,
Colin Newman,
Fluxion,
Blossom Toes,
Deepchord,
The Toasters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Neon Judgement,
The Count Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Underground Resistance,
Bluetip,
Sugar Minott,
Girls At Our Best!,
Audionom,
Hashim,
Rites of Spring,
MC5,
Qualms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Finger,
John Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
Sam Rivers,
Hoover,
The Gladiators,
Monks,
Marine Girls,
Bauhaus,
EPMD,
Alphaville,
John Foxx,
The Moody Blues,
Man Parrish,
the Germs,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Hood,
Von Mondo,
Gang Starr,
The Leaves,
Grey Daturas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Severed Heads,
Panda Bear,
Deadbeat,
The Tremeloes,
Sällskapet,
The Pretty Things,
Don Cherry,
Rufus Thomas,
Freddie Wadling,
Buzzcocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.