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 Sweden and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Mr. Review to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The Young Rascals,
Bad Manners,
Brass Construction,
The Busters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-101,
The Blackbyrds,
Alton Ellis,
Ossler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Byron Stingily,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Associates,
Basic Channel,
Juan Atkins,
Ronnie Foster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
cv313,
Wolf Eyes,
Jawbox,
Newcleus,
Al Stewart,
Intrusion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Max Romeo,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Style,
Can,
Hardrive,
Blancmange,
Tim Buckley,
The Tremeloes,
Yazoo,
Thee Headcoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zapp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Lydon,
Ultravox,
Dennis Brown,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Au Pairs,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James White and The Blacks,
48th St. Collective,
Yellowson,
Black Bananas,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris Corsano,
The Techniques,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalann,
Jacques Brel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.