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 San Marino and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Sight & Sound,
Animal Collective,
The Fuzztones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Judy Mowatt,
DNA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Busters,
Average White Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terrestrial Tones,
OOIOO,
Crooked Eye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joy Division,
Nirvana,
Ponytail,
Roxy Music,
Aloha Tigers,
Glenn Branca,
Flipper,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Young Marble Giants,
Circle Jerks,
The Fugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Human League,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül II,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Walker Brothers,
the Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
Faust,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Wells,
Niagra,
Gabor Szabo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erykah Badu,
The New Christs,
Nik Kershaw,
Tres Demented,
Barbara Tucker,
Gong,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Copeland,
Mantronix,
Smog,
Pantaleimon,
Arab on Radar,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.