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 Slovakia and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terry Callier 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fluxion,
ABC,
The Fall,
Bronski Beat,
Bang On A Can,
The Last Poets,
The Move,
Crime,
Ludus,
Mark Hollis,
The Angels of Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
Roxette,
Sällskapet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultravox,
Scott Walker,
Dave Gahan,
The Kinks,
Rufus Thomas,
The Index,
The Barracudas,
Vladislav Delay,
These Immortal Souls,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül II,
Alice Coltrane,
Albert Ayler,
Eddi Front,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dennis Brown,
Essential Logic,
Organ,
Curtis Mayfield,
June Days,
The Knickerbockers,
Susan Cadogan,
Buzzcocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Near,
Khruangbin,
Grey Daturas,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Hoover,
Lalann,
Marmalade,
Mars,
Circle Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Order,
Pagans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stetsasonic,
the Human League,
Rekid,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.