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 Vanuatu and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Young Marble Giants to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Basic Channel,
Scrapy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DNA,
Japan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suburban Knight,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nils Olav,
Scientists,
CMW,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Das Ding,
Bobby Sherman,
Hoover,
Theoretical Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Royal Trux,
Joy Division,
Cal Tjader,
Shuggie Otis,
Yaz,
Make Up,
The Moody Blues,
Whodini,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chris Corsano,
Freddie Wadling,
Crash Course in Science,
Technova,
Wally Richardson,
PIL,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lungfish,
Popol Vuh,
Essential Logic,
Bluetip,
Cecil Taylor,
Porter Ricks,
Ohio Players,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Pretty Things,
a-ha,
Saccharine Trust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Real Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Fraelich,
Malaria!,
Nico,
The Fugs,
Drexciya,
Zapp,
Ponytail,
Radiohead,
Harmonia,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.