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 Korea North and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Crash Course in Science,
48th St. Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Alton Ellis,
David Axelrod,
Henry Cow,
Iggy Pop,
These Immortal Souls,
Laurel Aitken,
Audionom,
Magma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Style,
U.S. Maple,
The Busters,
This Heat,
the Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
The Durutti Column,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yazoo,
Sällskapet,
PIL,
Joyce Sims,
Quadrant,
The Barracudas,
Wings,
Metal Thangz,
Sarah Menescal,
Dennis Brown,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang of Four,
Thee Headcoats,
The Skatalites,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crooked Eye,
Tears for Fears,
Little Man,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacques Brel,
The Associates,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Sheep,
Fat Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Slick Rick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Das Ding,
The Cramps,
Anakelly,
Sandy B,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris Corsano,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Subhumans,
The Slackers,
Camberwell Now,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.