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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fall to the jazz 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pole,
Archie Shepp,
D'Angelo,
New Order,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Michelle Simonal,
JFA,
Schoolly D,
The Blackbyrds,
Parry Music,
Jacob Miller,
Harry Pussy,
Juan Atkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pussy Galore,
Average White Band,
Sixth Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gun Club,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Vogues,
Excepter,
Lyres,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Finger,
Blancmange,
The Mummies,
Ossler,
OOIOO,
the Normal,
Erasure,
Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moby Grape,
The Real Kids,
Rod Modell,
Motorama,
The Slits,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ice-T,
CMW,
Heaven 17,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stereo Dub,
Kayak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Y Pants,
Arab on Radar,
Duran Duran,
The Angels of Light,
Colin Newman,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.