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 Venezuela and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Soft Cell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
ABC,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Wyatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Sheep,
Susan Cadogan,
Shoche,
Lightning Bolt,
Franke,
F. McDonald,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wolf Eyes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aural Exciters,
Underground Resistance,
Easy Going,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sällskapet,
Toni Rubio,
The Names,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barry Ungar,
Organ,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delta 5,
Kerri Chandler,
Sex Pistols,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Popol Vuh,
Babytalk,
Jandek,
Jeff Lynne,
The Happenings,
The Saints,
Mandrill,
Bush Tetras,
48th St. Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moleskins,
New Age Steppers,
Pulsallama,
The Beau Brummels,
Amazonics,
Mantronix,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liliput,
The Angels of Light,
Parry Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fortunes,
Ohio Players,
Country Teasers,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.