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 Mauritius and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Unwound to the dance 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple 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 techno 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Axelrod,
The Real Kids,
Cameo,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hashim,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABBA,
Scion,
Loose Ends,
Sound Behaviour,
Essential Logic,
Darondo,
Terry Callier,
Juan Atkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wire,
Bronski Beat,
Fela Kuti,
Reagan Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Terry,
Tres Demented,
Piero Umiliani,
Kurtis Blow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Main Source,
Bootsy Collins,
Harmonia,
Jerry's Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
Absolute Body Control,
Mandrill,
The Dirtbombs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Index,
Rapeman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angry Samoans,
Model 500,
Cal Tjader,
Nico,
Scan 7,
K-Klass,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tubeway Army,
Los Fastidios,
Warren Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
The Evens,
Fugazi,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.