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 Latvia and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 the Sonics to the grime 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Count Five,
R.M.O.,
The Fugs,
Rod Modell,
Mr. Review,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brothers Johnson,
H. Thieme,
Agent Orange,
Banda Bassotti,
The Divine Comedy,
Yazoo,
Reuben Wilson,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Martian,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sonics,
Roxy Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skaos,
Flipper,
Country Teasers,
Metal Thangz,
Pantytec,
Outsiders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ituana,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Khruangbin,
Quadrant,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Rotary Connection,
The Offenders,
The Buckinghams,
This Heat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mad Mike,
Fat Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
Pierre Henry,
Laurel Aitken,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visage,
Terry Callier,
The Black Dice,
New Order,
Accadde A,
Agitation Free,
Parry Music,
Blancmange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Barracudas,
Slave,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.