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 Georgia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 MC5 to the punk 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Suicide,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lower 48,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Y Pants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Sneak,
The Searchers,
the Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anakelly,
Sällskapet,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharoah Sanders,
June Days,
Tim Buckley,
Jawbox,
Eric Copeland,
Kaleidoscope,
Groovy Waters,
T. Rex,
Babytalk,
Oblivians,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monolake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Real Kids,
Alison Limerick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marmalade,
The Offenders,
Brand Nubian,
Massinfluence,
Brick,
Todd Rundgren,
Section 25,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
Desert Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Young Rascals,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Can,
Marine Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James White and The Blacks,
Talk Talk,
This Heat,
Zapp,
Lyres,
Chris & Cosey,
Jandek,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Underground Resistance,
The Mojo Men,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacques Brel,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.