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 Denmark and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Erykah Badu to the electroclash 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Bang On A Can,
Das Ding,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry's Kids,
Fluxion,
U.S. Maple,
Outsiders,
Mark Hollis,
Excepter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New York Dolls,
Anthony Braxton,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Halsall,
The Modern Lovers,
Severed Heads,
The Mojo Men,
Fear,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television Personalities,
The Vogues,
Can,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Wells,
Wings,
The Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Absolute Body Control,
James White and The Blacks,
Groovy Waters,
Peter and Kerry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-Ray Spex,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Adolescents,
Rapeman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minutemen,
Lyres,
Stereo Dub,
The Martian,
UT,
John Holt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Charles Mingus,
Scrapy,
Hasil Adkins,
Popol Vuh,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth 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.