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 Croatia and from New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kerrie Biddell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cymande,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Intrusion,
Tim Buckley,
The Mummies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Zeros,
Pierre Henry,
Rod Modell,
Easy Going,
Patti Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Moon,
Erykah Badu,
Hoover,
Jerry's Kids,
Pulsallama,
Kerri Chandler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Little Man,
Gong,
Piero Umiliani,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alton Ellis,
Supertramp,
Mission of Burma,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Au Pairs,
Skriet,
The Count Five,
K-Klass,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Foxx,
Gang Starr,
Connie Case,
Dark Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wasted Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Procol Harum,
Arcadia,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
Althea and Donna,
Jawbox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crime,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sexual Harrassment,
Morten Harket,
Ituana,
The Star Department,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.