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 Bhutan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scrapy to the rock 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues 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?
the Soft Cell,
Gong,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
Au Pairs,
Mo-Dettes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cramps,
Unwound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roger Hodgson,
D'Angelo,
The Slackers,
Sparks,
Rekid,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sällskapet,
Man Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
June Days,
Interpol,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minor Threat,
Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arcadia,
Television,
Pantytec,
Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Move,
The Offenders,
B.T. Express,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Music Machine,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun City Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Little Man,
Khruangbin,
the Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doors,
Bootsy Collins,
Anthony Braxton,
Brothers Johnson,
Japan,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arthur Verocai,
Trumans Water,
MDC,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.