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 Belize and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Easy Going,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Coltrane,
Harmonia,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mission of Burma,
Das Ding,
Laurel Aitken,
The United States of America,
U.S. Maple,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yazoo,
Dead Boys,
Cymande,
Donny Hathaway,
Liliput,
Letta Mbulu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacob Miller,
Gastr Del Sol,
Index,
Zero Boys,
Masters at Work,
The Sound,
Urselle,
Radiopuhelimet,
China Crisis,
Accadde A,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gun Club,
PIL,
Ice-T,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agent Orange,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moebius,
Minny Pops,
The J.B.'s,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra,
The Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
Bluetip,
Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Almond,
Bill Wells,
Faraquet,
Barry Ungar,
Crash Course in Science,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.