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 Kosovo and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Porter Ricks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall 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?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Godley & Creme,
Lyres,
AZ,
Joe Smooth,
Duran Duran,
Quantec,
Byron Stingily,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Suicide,
T.S.O.L.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ludus,
Black Bananas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Liliput,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
Pantaleimon,
Siglo XX,
Scan 7,
Inner City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mission of Burma,
Crime,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rotary Connection,
Nirvana,
Fatback Band,
Sonic Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Spoonie Gee,
Soulsonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
UT,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Talk Talk,
Sixth Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smoke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Holt,
Oblivians,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Germs,
Ultra Naté,
Aswad,
Sandy B,
The Knickerbockers,
The Human League,
Camberwell Now,
Clear Light,
Yaz,
Josef K,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neu!,
Mars,
Trumans Water,
Arthur Verocai,
Fad Gadget,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.