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 Iran and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the jazz 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Warren Ellis,
Josef K,
Surgeon,
48th St. Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
Fear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ice-T,
The Seeds,
Skaos,
Magma,
Scion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Babytalk,
Derrick May,
The Trojans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül II,
Desert Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick Morgan,
The Durutti Column,
Chris Corsano,
Rekid,
Bob Dylan,
The Associates,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Sneak,
Ponytail,
Pagans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ohio Players,
Vainqueur,
Wire,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moleskins,
Subhumans,
Section 25,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacques Brel,
Kenny Larkin,
The Angels of Light,
Banda Bassotti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nils Olav,
The Sonics,
The Last Poets,
Suburban Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Almond,
Mission of Burma,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronnie Foster,
Fugazi,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.