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 Cyprus and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 electroclash 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Goldenarms,
The Real Kids,
the Association,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül,
Sugar Minott,
T. Rex,
Swell Maps,
The Tremeloes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Section 25,
Marine Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harmonia,
Dawn Penn,
Joy Division,
Deepchord,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marmalade,
Model 500,
Pole,
Little Man,
Freddie Wadling,
The Martian,
Flipper,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Star Department,
Flash Fearless,
Easy Going,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxy Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare,
Panda Bear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Royal Trux,
Kenny Larkin,
New York Dolls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blues Magoos,
Crash Course in Science,
Bizarre Inc.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slackers,
The J.B.'s,
Bob Dylan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yaz,
Supertramp,
Nils Olav,
The Cure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Moon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.