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 Chile and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gerry Rafferty to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Gang Green,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Section 25,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Cell,
JFA,
Vladislav Delay,
Buzzcocks,
Silicon Teens,
Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aural Exciters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quantec,
Gabor Szabo,
Malaria!,
The Misunderstood,
Magma,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Hill,
The Star Department,
Funkadelic,
Television,
Little Man,
Parry Music,
Mad Mike,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun City Girls,
Ronan,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blossom Toes,
Scan 7,
In Retrospect,
The Fugs,
Eddi Front,
Roxy Music,
Organ,
Wire,
X-Ray Spex,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Wyatt,
Blake Baxter,
Suburban Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Terrestrial Tones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thompson Twins,
Unrelated Segments,
Idris Muhammad,
June Days,
Scratch Acid,
The Associates,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacques Brel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.