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 Paraguay and from Bologna.
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 Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Chrome to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Nico,
Tom Boy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Albert Ayler,
Brothers Johnson,
Cheater Slicks,
Rotary Connection,
Subhumans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Swans,
The Martian,
Joy Division,
The Fugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Enemy,
The Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magazine,
Jandek,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ossler,
Radiohead,
Deakin,
Monolake,
Chrome,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mark Hollis,
Mad Mike,
Adolescents,
The Motions,
The Doors,
Jimmy McGriff,
Saccharine Trust,
the Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Q65,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Velvet Underground,
Nils Olav,
Slave,
Peter & Gordon,
kango's stein massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
H. Thieme,
The Golliwogs,
The Tremeloes,
Thompson Twins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Juan Atkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ohio Players,
The Neon Judgement,
Shuggie Otis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wire,
Suburban Knight,
10cc,
Fad Gadget,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.