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 Jordan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Stereo Dub,
Easy Going,
Au Pairs,
Susan Cadogan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Alarm Clocks,
Henry Cow,
The Misunderstood,
Warsaw,
Mad Mike,
Pantytec,
Buzzcocks,
Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Carl Craig,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erasure,
K-Klass,
Outsiders,
Isaac Hayes,
Eurythmics,
Das Ding,
Yazoo,
Jacob Miller,
Motorama,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scratch Acid,
Section 25,
Joensuu 1685,
The United States of America,
PIL,
Joyce Sims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
The Associates,
Make Up,
Todd Rundgren,
The Buckinghams,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wolf Eyes,
Accadde A,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Görl,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Leonard Cohen,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scan 7,
Fear,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
The Invisible,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.