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 Libya and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the electroclash 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nirvana,
John Lydon,
The Fall,
Roxy Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mo-Dettes,
Alton Ellis,
The Remains,
Japan,
The American Breed,
Gong,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grey Daturas,
New Order,
Barbara Tucker,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sound Behaviour,
Outsiders,
Neu!,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fugs,
Sällskapet,
Fatback Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Real Kids,
Little Man,
Byron Stingily,
Joe Finger,
CMW,
Kurtis Blow,
Kas Product,
Tropical Tobacco,
Los Fastidios,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Axelrod,
Josef K,
Q and Not U,
Siglo XX,
Mandrill,
The Moody Blues,
Black Sheep,
Kayak,
Barry Ungar,
Lyres,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Sonics,
Drexciya,
Young Marble Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kenny Larkin,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Flag,
Quantec,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.