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 Spokane.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cecil Taylor to the grunge 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
La Düsseldorf,
Supertramp,
Oneida,
Clear Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harmonia,
Bang On A Can,
Q65,
Vainqueur,
R.M.O.,
June of 44,
Technova,
Mark Hollis,
Shuggie Otis,
Reagan Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Kenny Larkin,
Sister Nancy,
MDC,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun City Girls,
Hoover,
Kayak,
the Sonics,
Malaria!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
H. Thieme,
Ronan,
The Divine Comedy,
Pylon,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Terry,
The Misunderstood,
Minnie Riperton,
Fear,
Henry Cow,
Juan Atkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Colin Newman,
Sällskapet,
Brass Construction,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Depeche Mode,
Yaz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Loose Ends,
The Offenders,
Warren Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nico,
Idris Muhammad,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Christie,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.