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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lindisfarne to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Model 500,
The Angels of Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Age Steppers,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Kinks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
Spandau Ballet,
Warsaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Buzzcocks,
Yaz,
KRS-One,
Hardrive,
Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Invisible,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Görl,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Second Layer,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Halsall,
Mr. Review,
Cluster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magma,
Icehouse,
Jandek,
John Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
CMW,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra,
Lungfish,
The Sonics,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül II,
Moby Grape,
Subhumans,
Lyres,
Soul II Soul,
Babytalk,
Adolescents,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.