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 Bangladesh and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Fluxion to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amazonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Whodini,
Pylon,
Von Mondo,
Deadbeat,
Faraquet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Albert Ayler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Green,
John Cale,
Jerry's Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smiths,
X-102,
Technova,
Stereo Dub,
Sun City Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Trumans Water,
Eden Ahbez,
Morten Harket,
Mr. Review,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxette,
The Angels of Light,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül II,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angry Samoans,
Godley & Creme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultra Naté,
Wally Richardson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cymande,
Quantec,
Janne Schatter,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oneida,
The Birthday Party,
Vainqueur,
The Misunderstood,
Archie Shepp,
Siglo XX,
Shoche,
This Heat,
The Neon Judgement,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.