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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 Connie Case to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grauzone,
CMW,
Lou Reed,
Slick Rick,
Reagan Youth,
Amazonics,
Easy Going,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantaleimon,
The Martian,
DJ Style,
June of 44,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cure,
Rotary Connection,
Susan Cadogan,
Nico,
Colin Newman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arthur Verocai,
The Toasters,
Pussy Galore,
Barrington Levy,
The United States of America,
Black Sheep,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Technova,
Bobby Byrd,
Al Stewart,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Cale,
Black Flag,
Pole,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hot Snakes,
Byron Stingily,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Wyatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Fraelich,
The Pretty Things,
Yaz,
Grey Daturas,
The Pop Group,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Age Steppers,
The Index,
Minutemen,
Junior Murvin,
cv313,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Saccharine Trust,
Gerry Rafferty,
Leonard Cohen,
The Offenders,
Loose Ends,
DNA,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.