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 South Sudan and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vladislav Delay to the rap 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Kinks,
Basic Channel,
Don Cherry,
Joe Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fortunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Wells,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül II,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mars,
Fluxion,
Grauzone,
The Velvet Underground,
Excepter,
Shuggie Otis,
ABBA,
Youth Brigade,
T. Rex,
The Blackbyrds,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Al Stewart,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Germs,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sound,
Sparks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Darondo,
EPMD,
the Normal,
Bush Tetras,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Outsiders,
The Slits,
Sixth Finger,
The Five Americans,
Dual Sessions,
La Düsseldorf,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slave,
New York Dolls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faraquet,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.