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 Somalia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Procol Harum to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio 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 grunge 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Grauzone,
The Happenings,
Au Pairs,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crooked Eye,
The Gories,
New Order,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ten City,
Symarip,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
Sam Rivers,
Monks,
Severed Heads,
The Tremeloes,
Oneida,
Lebanon Hanover,
The New Christs,
Eli Mardock,
Shoche,
Godley & Creme,
The Durutti Column,
the Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June of 44,
Harmonia,
Cal Tjader,
Panda Bear,
Monolake,
Bronski Beat,
Zapp,
Faraquet,
Pulsallama,
The Residents,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jawbox,
Lower 48,
X-102,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unrelated Segments,
Archie Shepp,
Yazoo,
Chrome,
Alphaville,
Schoolly D,
Clear Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scion,
David Axelrod,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.