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 Sri Lanka and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 10cc to the punk 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Junior Murvin,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Residents,
The Litter,
Shoche,
The Mummies,
Qualms,
Blancmange,
The Cure,
Scion,
Babytalk,
FM Einheit,
The Busters,
Colin Newman,
Anthony Braxton,
The Evens,
The Toasters,
Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
Carl Craig,
The Standells,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Almond,
Fugazi,
Delta 5,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gap Band,
Dark Day,
the Bar-Kays,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fela Kuti,
Sarah Menescal,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smiths,
The Kinks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Moon,
Arthur Verocai,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Supertramp,
Mo-Dettes,
Clear Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantytec,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
Depeche Mode,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dead C,
Connie Case,
Barbara Tucker,
Throbbing Gristle,
F. McDonald,
Inner City,
Hardrive,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.