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 Djibouti and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Absolute Body Control to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sugar Minott,
Deepchord,
These Immortal Souls,
Sarah Menescal,
Wolf Eyes,
Eddi Front,
The Barracudas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ponytail,
Kerri Chandler,
The Angels of Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Grey Daturas,
The Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
Cheater Slicks,
Franke,
World's Most,
Los Fastidios,
The Fuzztones,
David McCallum,
Soul II Soul,
Parry Music,
Basic Channel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Simply Red,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Davy DMX,
Malaria!,
Little Man,
Funky Four + One,
Alton Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Green,
Saccharine Trust,
Half Japanese,
New Order,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Hill,
Piero Umiliani,
CMW,
E-Dancer,
Isaac Hayes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gun Club,
Silicon Teens,
The Leaves,
Soft Machine,
The Vogues,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Durutti Column,
Minutemen,
The Motions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visage,
Amon Düül,
Althea and Donna,
Henry Cow,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.