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 Laos and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Supertramp to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Black Pus,
Angry Samoans,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fuzztones,
The Dead C,
Y Pants,
Circle Jerks,
ABC,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boredoms,
FM Einheit,
Skriet,
Groovy Waters,
Marmalade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Franke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Rundgren,
The Selecter,
Smog,
Joe Smooth,
Parry Music,
Babytalk,
The Martian,
Boz Scaggs,
Josef K,
The Monks,
Wasted Youth,
Black Flag,
The Vogues,
La Düsseldorf,
the Soft Cell,
The Move,
The Star Department,
Laurel Aitken,
Lyres,
Matthew Bourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Moody Blues,
The Pretty Things,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantytec,
Pantaleimon,
Reagan Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deakin,
Sonny Sharrock,
June of 44,
Essential Logic,
The Associates,
Yaz,
Soulsonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moleskins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.