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 Poland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Philadelphia and Manchester.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Thee Headcoats to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Whodini,
John Lydon,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Happenings,
ABBA,
Massinfluence,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Toni Rubio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
Outsiders,
Lindisfarne,
The Seeds,
Scientists,
Malaria!,
The Motions,
The Pop Group,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ossler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pere Ubu,
Porter Ricks,
Hardrive,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dirtbombs,
Marine Girls,
Grauzone,
The Techniques,
Alphaville,
Patti Smith,
Suicide,
Ohio Players,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slackers,
Jerry's Kids,
Sparks,
Jeff Mills,
Black Moon,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Germs,
Schoolly D,
The Fortunes,
Television Personalities,
D'Angelo,
Mark Hollis,
Q65,
Harpers Bizarre,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
a-ha,
DNA,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doors,
This Heat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aloha Tigers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.