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 New Zealand 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kayak,
Sparks,
Faust,
Moebius,
The Pretty Things,
China Crisis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Franke,
Harmonia,
Black Bananas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oneida,
Subhumans,
The Sound,
Hashim,
Pierre Henry,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare,
Mr. Review,
MC5,
Alison Limerick,
Livin' Joy,
Clear Light,
Prince Buster,
Darondo,
Model 500,
June of 44,
Alphaville,
Junior Murvin,
Chris & Cosey,
Cameo,
Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Fat Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Patti Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camouflage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moleskins,
Bluetip,
Sonic Youth,
The Victims,
Letta Mbulu,
Zero Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Beau Brummels,
Fatback Band,
Delta 5,
Scan 7,
Pole,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.