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 Senegal and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Pantytec to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
X-Ray Spex,
Wings,
Lee Hazlewood,
Severed Heads,
Terrestrial Tones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flash Fearless,
Danielle Patucci,
Symarip,
The Residents,
Laurel Aitken,
Howard Jones,
Oblivians,
Rotary Connection,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mummies,
Ponytail,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mark Hollis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echospace,
Erykah Badu,
Kayak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deepchord,
Masters at Work,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Machine,
Moebius,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Invisible,
Khruangbin,
T. Rex,
The Gories,
Panda Bear,
Gabor Szabo,
Altered Images,
Vainqueur,
David Bowie,
Dual Sessions,
Sixth Finger,
Mission of Burma,
Television Personalities,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Massinfluence,
Pussy Galore,
The Shadows of Knight,
Porter Ricks,
Make Up,
48th St. Collective,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Lynne,
John Lydon,
ABBA,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.