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 Spain and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Thee Headcoats to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
the Normal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tom Boy,
The Divine Comedy,
Fugazi,
Laurel Aitken,
The Five Americans,
Neu!,
Faraquet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Royal Trux,
Q and Not U,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Moon,
Boz Scaggs,
Darondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unwound,
Archie Shepp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed,
David Bowie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Vogues,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June of 44,
Carl Craig,
MC5,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
This Heat,
The Kinks,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Near,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Roxy Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Intrusion,
Swans,
Surgeon,
Brass Construction,
Hoover,
The Leaves,
The Mummies,
Duran Duran,
The Walker Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers,
Delta 5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.