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 Israel and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dawn Penn to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The American Breed,
PIL,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Moon,
New Order,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nas,
Boz Scaggs,
Sister Nancy,
Easy Going,
Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
The Walker Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Roxy Music,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fall,
Byron Stingily,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül,
The Knickerbockers,
Das Ding,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Womack,
Lindisfarne,
Moss Icon,
FM Einheit,
Hoover,
The Music Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Gastr Del Sol,
China Crisis,
Panda Bear,
Quando Quango,
Swell Maps,
Stereo Dub,
Arcadia,
One Last Wish,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
MC5,
The Associates,
Radiohead,
Pantytec,
Agent Orange,
Dual Sessions,
Toni Rubio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bluetip,
Danielle Patucci,
Laurel Aitken,
The Index,
Harry Pussy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter and Kerry,
The Leaves,
Depeche Mode,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.