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 Vanuatu and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Blues Magoos to the grunge 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hardrive,
Pussy Galore,
the Association,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nation of Ulysses,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jawbox,
Lou Christie,
Charles Mingus,
Monks,
Brick,
Neil Young,
The Move,
The Divine Comedy,
Unwound,
Lucky Dragons,
Colin Newman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mandrill,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brand Nubian,
The Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
U.S. Maple,
Carl Craig,
Howard Jones,
Gang Starr,
Roy Ayers,
Minor Threat,
Organ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sonics,
Von Mondo,
Adolescents,
Oblivians,
Deakin,
Piero Umiliani,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Bourne,
Essential Logic,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
The Golliwogs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faraquet,
The Fuzztones,
The Velvet Underground,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nils Olav,
Scientists,
Barry Ungar,
Sex Pistols,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.