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 Gabon and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 ABC to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
H. Thieme,
Ossler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ralphi Rosario,
F. McDonald,
Index,
Colin Newman,
Brothers Johnson,
Magazine,
Mission of Burma,
Anthony Braxton,
Circle Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Cymande,
Robert Görl,
Rapeman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers,
Bush Tetras,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brass Construction,
Arab on Radar,
Reuben Wilson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tim Buckley,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Count Five,
The Victims,
Liliput,
Marine Girls,
Darondo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pole,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Organ,
Adolescents,
Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Panda Bear,
Roxette,
Newcleus,
Desert Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cure,
Graham Central Station,
Young Marble Giants,
The Grass Roots,
Vladislav Delay,
China Crisis,
The Fortunes,
Mandrill,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.