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 India and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 June of 44 to the dance 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
The Evens,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scratch Acid,
Sun City Girls,
Swell Maps,
Robert Görl,
Monks,
R.M.O.,
David McCallum,
48th St. Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mojo Men,
Pulsallama,
Deakin,
Arthur Verocai,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Skatalites,
Radiohead,
The Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Teasers,
Juan Atkins,
The Wake,
Saccharine Trust,
Dark Day,
The Velvet Underground,
Crooked Eye,
Das Ding,
The Busters,
The Offenders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Bananas,
The Slackers,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker,
Section 25,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Standells,
UT,
Popol Vuh,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aswad,
Barry Ungar,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül II,
The United States of America,
Talk Talk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Lynne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare,
DNA,
Radio Birdman,
B.T. Express,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.