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 Palau and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eddi Front to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Tubeway Army,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fat Boys,
Erykah Badu,
The Five Americans,
The American Breed,
Tom Boy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gichy Dan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MDC,
The Count Five,
the Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
AZ,
The Blues Magoos,
Stockholm Monsters,
Henry Cow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visage,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cramps,
Lucky Dragons,
Khruangbin,
James White and The Blacks,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shoche,
Steve Hackett,
JFA,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Association,
Sparks,
Yaz,
Sound Behaviour,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T. Rex,
These Immortal Souls,
The Motions,
The Searchers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gun Club,
The Beau Brummels,
The Neon Judgement,
Laurel Aitken,
John Lydon,
The Zeros,
The Birthday Party,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boz Scaggs,
Wasted Youth,
The Stooges,
Masters at Work,
Mars,
Hashim,
Funkadelic,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.