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 Laos and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 The Durutti Column to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Moleskins,
Joe Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
Sister Nancy,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T. Rex,
Mad Mike,
Accadde A,
Niagra,
Todd Terry,
Mr. Review,
OOIOO,
The New Christs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Leonard Cohen,
Soulsonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
The Tremeloes,
Althea and Donna,
The Moody Blues,
The Wake,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Star Department,
Dual Sessions,
Jandek,
Barry Ungar,
Dead Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drexciya,
EPMD,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maleditus Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marmalade,
Henry Cow,
Warsaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roger Hodgson,
The Busters,
Y Pants,
The Music Machine,
Black Sheep,
K-Klass,
This Heat,
the Association,
Absolute Body Control,
Tim Buckley,
Fugazi,
the Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun City Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.