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 Poland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Khruangbin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Surgeon,
Camouflage,
Todd Rundgren,
Model 500,
The Fuzztones,
June of 44,
Zero Boys,
John Coltrane,
Das Ding,
Todd Terry,
Pussy Galore,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Althea and Donna,
Unrelated Segments,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Roxette,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lakeside,
Barry Ungar,
The Smiths,
Oblivians,
Sixth Finger,
Lindisfarne,
The Neon Judgement,
The Names,
Spoonie Gee,
Eden Ahbez,
CMW,
Scion,
the Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nico,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New York Dolls,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül II,
Ludus,
Jeff Lynne,
Thee Headcoats,
Zapp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Organ,
Kerri Chandler,
Swans,
Visage,
Junior Murvin,
Charles Mingus,
Minnie Riperton,
Ken Boothe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.