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 Jordan and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the disco 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Los Fastidios,
Ten City,
Basic Channel,
Idris Muhammad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anakelly,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Underground Resistance,
Aaron Thompson,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Niagra,
Khruangbin,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gories,
Das Ding,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Lynne,
Public Image Ltd.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris & Cosey,
Qualms,
Cheater Slicks,
The Seeds,
cv313,
Lightning Bolt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxette,
Alice Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
Porter Ricks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Accadde A,
Metal Thangz,
Pussy Galore,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Saints,
David McCallum,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moss Icon,
In Retrospect,
Depeche Mode,
Marine Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Patti Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lower 48,
R.M.O.,
Q and Not U,
Fluxion,
Roger Hodgson,
Urselle,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sound,
the Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barry Ungar,
The Doobie Brothers,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.