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 Venezuela and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Thompson Twins to the dance 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
The Cramps,
Flipper,
Eric Copeland,
Tom Boy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Byrd,
Pantytec,
Terry Callier,
Faust,
Bob Dylan,
Average White Band,
Depeche Mode,
The Gories,
Altered Images,
Soul II Soul,
10cc,
The J.B.'s,
X-101,
Leonard Cohen,
Ponytail,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Adolescents,
Cal Tjader,
Albert Ayler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Michelle Simonal,
Television Personalities,
The Buckinghams,
Prince Buster,
Gang of Four,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Evens,
Agent Orange,
Bizarre Inc.,
Junior Murvin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mr. Review,
The Sonics,
Boredoms,
Glenn Branca,
Ice-T,
Brick,
Hardrive,
Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
Colin Newman,
Kayak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radio Birdman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minny Pops,
Massinfluence,
The Shadows of Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minor Threat,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.