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 Belgium and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 The Wake to the punk 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Kas Product,
The Evens,
The Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bronski Beat,
The Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-101,
Echospace,
Fear,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unwound,
Lungfish,
Amon Düül II,
Das Ding,
Throbbing Gristle,
Absolute Body Control,
Lucky Dragons,
Jandek,
The Five Americans,
the Bar-Kays,
David Axelrod,
the Swans,
The Music Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eden Ahbez,
Dual Sessions,
Gabor Szabo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Halsall,
Fugazi,
Agent Orange,
Junior Murvin,
Freddie Wadling,
Icehouse,
Basic Channel,
Lindisfarne,
Amazonics,
Bill Wells,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sugar Minott,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hoover,
Steve Hackett,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.