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 Mauritania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Cameo to the funk 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Sherman,
Scientists,
The Knickerbockers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arcadia,
Public Enemy,
Tom Boy,
Sixth Finger,
Black Pus,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deakin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Associates,
Carl Craig,
Make Up,
Ornette Coleman,
Brass Construction,
Gichy Dan,
Scion,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monks,
The Last Poets,
The Modern Lovers,
Yazoo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eli Mardock,
Al Stewart,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sällskapet,
One Last Wish,
Q and Not U,
Con Funk Shun,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
EPMD,
Eurythmics,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Howard Jones,
X-102,
Chris & Cosey,
Little Man,
Bad Manners,
Fort Wilson Riot,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monochrome Set,
Funky Four + One,
The Leaves,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drexciya,
Warren Ellis,
Panda Bear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.