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 Turkmenistan and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Brothers Johnson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Man Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
Marine Girls,
The Cure,
Intrusion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultravox,
Freddie Wadling,
JFA,
Brothers Johnson,
CMW,
Young Marble Giants,
Siglo XX,
Urselle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alton Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
Mark Hollis,
Agitation Free,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cowsills,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare,
Lungfish,
Japan,
Todd Rundgren,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Young Rascals,
Mantronix,
Iggy Pop,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
John Holt,
Symarip,
Ornette Coleman,
Whodini,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hardrive,
Derrick Morgan,
The Searchers,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Mills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Negative Approach,
Boredoms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.