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 Mongolia and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Amon Düül to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Cluster,
Chrome,
Ronan,
Man Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
Minor Threat,
The Martian,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blancmange,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter & Gordon,
Harry Pussy,
Dark Day,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Rundgren,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Terry,
Albert Ayler,
Quantec,
Pharoah Sanders,
Royal Trux,
Pylon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unwound,
Sight & Sound,
Black Moon,
Aswad,
Swans,
Suicide,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Von Mondo,
The Misunderstood,
New Age Steppers,
Howard Jones,
Janne Schatter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
R.M.O.,
Reagan Youth,
Lower 48,
Black Sheep,
Banda Bassotti,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cowsills,
Yazoo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swell Maps,
Simply Red,
Theoretical Girls,
Brass Construction,
The Busters,
DJ Sneak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bauhaus,
Little Man,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.