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 London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 The J.B.'s to the punk 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Standells,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter and Kerry,
Yellowson,
Urselle,
Al Stewart,
Motorama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wings,
Swell Maps,
Scrapy,
Scratch Acid,
The Remains,
Pole,
Tubeway Army,
The Motions,
Jerry's Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Loose Ends,
Supertramp,
Outsiders,
Schoolly D,
Soulsonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jandek,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
The Neon Judgement,
Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ituana,
Black Sheep,
Sixth Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
La Düsseldorf,
Goldenarms,
New Order,
Qualms,
Parry Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Associates,
Faraquet,
Hardrive,
Colin Newman,
The Slits,
Rotary Connection,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
The Evens,
Underground Resistance,
Joy Division,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.