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 Nepal 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Clear Light to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Marcia Griffiths,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül,
Skaos,
The Wake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eve St. Jones,
Marmalade,
The Saints,
Barclay James Harvest,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Barracudas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
These Immortal Souls,
Scrapy,
Bill Wells,
The Fortunes,
Wings,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed,
Talk Talk,
Sister Nancy,
X-102,
Drive Like Jehu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June of 44,
the Bar-Kays,
Steve Hackett,
June Days,
Robert Wyatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sound Behaviour,
Roxette,
The Last Poets,
This Heat,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Susan Cadogan,
John Holt,
Hardrive,
Gong,
Khruangbin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fatback Band,
Underground Resistance,
The Modern Lovers,
Flipper,
Make Up,
Jacques Brel,
The Vogues,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.