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 Montenegro and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Model 500 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
Eurythmics,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scan 7,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
The Techniques,
X-102,
Anthony Braxton,
Thee Headcoats,
Saccharine Trust,
James White and The Blacks,
Josef K,
Yellowson,
The Young Rascals,
Chris Corsano,
Lungfish,
Matthew Bourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Jandek,
Jacob Miller,
John Lydon,
Minny Pops,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra,
Nils Olav,
A Certain Ratio,
Terrestrial Tones,
kango's stein massive,
the Normal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gladiators,
The Buckinghams,
KRS-One,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Unwound,
Altered Images,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Make Up,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slits,
Circle Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fugs,
UT,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers,
Echospace,
Whodini,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick Morgan,
Depeche Mode,
Pagans,
Marmalade,
OOIOO,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.