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 Uganda and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grunge 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Connie Case,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed,
Prince Buster,
Warren Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
Aswad,
Quando Quango,
The Evens,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Green,
Essential Logic,
Nico,
The Blues Magoos,
Khruangbin,
The New Christs,
Excepter,
Clear Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vladislav Delay,
June Days,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Skatalites,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T. Rex,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Walker Brothers,
The Index,
The Wake,
Althea and Donna,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Letta Mbulu,
Stetsasonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Basic Channel,
The Misunderstood,
Fat Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Archie Shepp,
Erasure,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Near,
The Zeros,
Matthew Bourne,
One Last Wish,
Newcleus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Machine,
the Germs,
Rod Modell,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gun Club,
Malaria!,
Little Man,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.