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 Nepal and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Blues Magoos to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arcadia,
Essential Logic,
Siglo XX,
Maleditus Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Deepchord,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blackbyrds,
John Foxx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Age Steppers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABC,
Camberwell Now,
The Smoke,
Wally Richardson,
Bill Near,
U.S. Maple,
Tres Demented,
Wolf Eyes,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sparks,
The American Breed,
Infiniti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Second Layer,
Outsiders,
Das Ding,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter & Gordon,
Section 25,
Average White Band,
Wasted Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Swell Maps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
Hardrive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers,
Dennis Brown,
Glenn Branca,
Man Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül,
Yazoo,
Rufus Thomas,
Dark Day,
Tim Buckley,
Ituana,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick Morgan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacob Miller,
Nirvana,
The Red Krayola,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.