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 Swaziland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Soft Cell to the rock 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Mandrill,
Skriet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fugs,
Sixth Finger,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül,
Fugazi,
The Walker Brothers,
X-101,
Ornette Coleman,
The United States of America,
Gang of Four,
Cecil Taylor,
One Last Wish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Young Marble Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
Quando Quango,
Camouflage,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ice-T,
Main Source,
Japan,
Gang Green,
Duran Duran,
Kas Product,
Prince Buster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moody Blues,
Soulsonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thee Headcoats,
Lucky Dragons,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ronnie Foster,
Nirvana,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dead C,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
E-Dancer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Al Stewart,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June Days,
Deakin,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scan 7,
Hasil Adkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warren Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aural Exciters,
The Barracudas,
Danielle Patucci,
Cheater Slicks,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.