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 Namibia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Byron Stingily to the jazz 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Wings,
Ronan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Victims,
Bill Near,
One Last Wish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nik Kershaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wasted Youth,
Don Cherry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Searchers,
The Red Krayola,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alton Ellis,
Warsaw,
Derrick May,
Minutemen,
Zero Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiohead,
Joyce Sims,
Fat Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Bush Tetras,
The Gladiators,
Rites of Spring,
MDC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quantec,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Moon,
Eli Mardock,
Von Mondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marvin Gaye,
Agitation Free,
The Wake,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moebius,
The Birthday Party,
Supertramp,
Young Marble Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Order,
Sixth Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Graham Central Station,
Siglo XX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Vogues,
Clear Light,
Fatback Band,
The Associates,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.