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 Pakistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Beau Brummels to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
The Slackers,
Soft Cell,
Aswad,
X-102,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonic Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
David Bowie,
Lindisfarne,
Television Personalities,
The Modern Lovers,
Neu!,
The Toasters,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camouflage,
Goldenarms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
48th St. Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Absolute Body Control,
Supertramp,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacques Brel,
ABBA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronan,
Minny Pops,
Gabor Szabo,
Juan Atkins,
Laurel Aitken,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Danielle Patucci,
the Sonics,
Yazoo,
Bill Near,
Gang Starr,
The Pretty Things,
Infiniti,
Jandek,
Pylon,
Easy Going,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Basic Channel,
Kayak,
The Grass Roots,
Surgeon,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blackbyrds,
Crash Course in Science,
Newcleus,
The Misunderstood,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.