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 Kenya and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 June of 44 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
The Litter,
The Walker Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Hill,
Joyce Sims,
Crooked Eye,
Anakelly,
Ituana,
Marmalade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erykah Badu,
The Grass Roots,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slackers,
Sun City Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
cv313,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Sheep,
Flipper,
Sparks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Techniques,
Howard Jones,
the Slits,
Swell Maps,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
LL Cool J,
The Detroit Cobras,
Young Marble Giants,
Donald Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
Tubeway Army,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare,
Au Pairs,
The Victims,
Babytalk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eddi Front,
Excepter,
MDC,
Grauzone,
Ultravox,
Frankie Knuckles,
DNA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Main Source,
The Smoke,
Patti Smith,
Y Pants,
Gabor Szabo,
The Real Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Pus,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.