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 Serbia and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crispian St. Peters to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun City Girls,
Erasure,
Jacob Miller,
Chrome,
Au Pairs,
Monks,
Index,
Zapp,
Tears for Fears,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sixth Finger,
Panda Bear,
La Düsseldorf,
Toni Rubio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Teasers,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blake Baxter,
10cc,
Crooked Eye,
Lindisfarne,
ABBA,
The Pretty Things,
Ultravox,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul II Soul,
Procol Harum,
Jawbox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Association,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Neon Judgement,
Blancmange,
Warsaw,
The Last Poets,
Donny Hathaway,
the Bar-Kays,
Popol Vuh,
Letta Mbulu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joey Negro,
Judy Mowatt,
Howard Jones,
Babytalk,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Mills,
Radio Birdman,
Unrelated Segments,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Laurel Aitken,
Unwound,
Stereo Dub,
Wire,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hashim,
Niagra,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.