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 Yemen and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Howard Jones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Suicide,
Joyce Sims,
La Düsseldorf,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Hood,
Terry Callier,
The Neon Judgement,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick Morgan,
Pylon,
The American Breed,
Neu!,
Ossler,
Motorama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Raincoats,
Idris Muhammad,
The Zeros,
Silicon Teens,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moebius,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arthur Verocai,
David Bowie,
Lindisfarne,
Niagra,
Rapeman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jandek,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Enemy,
Wire,
Scientists,
Stetsasonic,
Donny Hathaway,
Skarface,
Quantec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
Unwound,
OOIOO,
The Buckinghams,
Interpol,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mojo Men,
Khruangbin,
The Black Dice,
The Skatalites,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Smooth,
Quando Quango,
Second Layer,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.