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 Hungary and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cluster to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Byron Stingily,
Bob Dylan,
Vladislav Delay,
Malaria!,
cv313,
Eurythmics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Desert Stars,
Pylon,
Fad Gadget,
The Busters,
Darondo,
Pulsallama,
Minny Pops,
KRS-One,
Lalann,
The Mummies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Zeros,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxette,
the Bar-Kays,
Trumans Water,
Magazine,
Henry Cow,
The American Breed,
Lightning Bolt,
Graham Central Station,
Niagra,
ABC,
Parry Music,
Bobby Byrd,
The Offenders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flamin' Groovies,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Young Rascals,
Quando Quango,
Carl Craig,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Al Stewart,
Cymande,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young,
The Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nas,
F. McDonald,
Jerry's Kids,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.