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 Mozambique and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 T. Rex to the rap 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Thee Headcoats,
The Evens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Trumans Water,
Cluster,
Subhumans,
Nils Olav,
Ice-T,
PIL,
Jandek,
Guru Guru,
David Bowie,
Interpol,
Inner City,
Freddie Wadling,
Chrome,
Eddi Front,
Bill Near,
Excepter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxette,
Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cramps,
Brand Nubian,
Blake Baxter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Can,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Machine,
Public Enemy,
Dual Sessions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aswad,
The Zeros,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aloha Tigers,
Lindisfarne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Icehouse,
Fear,
The Cowsills,
Man Parrish,
Niagra,
Sugar Minott,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Severed Heads,
Vainqueur,
The Count Five,
LL Cool J,
Young Marble Giants,
Whodini,
a-ha,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.