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 Singapore and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fluxion to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Jawbox,
Outsiders,
Todd Terry,
Donald Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quadrant,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronan,
The Smiths,
Harry Pussy,
Donny Hathaway,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rekid,
Ornette Coleman,
Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cecil Taylor,
Circle Jerks,
Maurizio,
Organ,
Davy DMX,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alton Ellis,
The Seeds,
Ponytail,
The Mojo Men,
Panda Bear,
Youth Brigade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
Heaven 17,
Los Fastidios,
Radiohead,
Bad Manners,
Bill Near,
Glenn Branca,
The Modern Lovers,
Iggy Pop,
The Alarm Clocks,
L. Decosne,
Howard Jones,
The Black Dice,
Y Pants,
John Holt,
Ronnie Foster,
Crime,
Das Ding,
The Fuzztones,
The Invisible,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terry Callier,
X-101,
Ultra Naté,
Cameo,
Steve Hackett,
Whodini,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.