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 Sudan and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Birthday Party to the funk 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smoke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bad Manners,
JFA,
Stereo Dub,
F. McDonald,
the Association,
Accadde A,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Toasters,
Rod Modell,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cramps,
Das Ding,
Livin' Joy,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minor Threat,
Slave,
The Names,
Reagan Youth,
Oblivians,
Vainqueur,
Peter & Gordon,
Hoover,
Babytalk,
Pierre Henry,
Excepter,
Warsaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jimmy McGriff,
PIL,
Interpol,
Pole,
Crash Course in Science,
Oneida,
Joy Division,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scion,
Morten Harket,
The Barracudas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donald Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
The Doors,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Invisible,
Q65,
Fear,
Darondo,
E-Dancer,
Bob Dylan,
Liliput,
Tres Demented,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.