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 Chad and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Basic Channel,
Unwound,
The Martian,
Yellowson,
Eli Mardock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Piero Umiliani,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Move,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arcadia,
Junior Murvin,
Reagan Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Procol Harum,
Glenn Branca,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Moon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harry Pussy,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Standells,
Whodini,
Make Up,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Swans,
Ronan,
Leonard Cohen,
Infiniti,
Andrew Hill,
K-Klass,
Absolute Body Control,
Mandrill,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cramps,
James White and The Blacks,
Hoover,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vainqueur,
Eurythmics,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Smoke,
Los Fastidios,
China Crisis,
Stetsasonic,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.