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 Tuvalu and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Warsaw to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joensuu 1685,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cluster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Royal Trux,
FM Einheit,
Fad Gadget,
Glenn Branca,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Silicon Teens,
Nik Kershaw,
Althea and Donna,
Charles Mingus,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moody Blues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
B.T. Express,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Starr,
Sparks,
Oneida,
The Index,
Panda Bear,
Das Ding,
The Doobie Brothers,
The United States of America,
Lucky Dragons,
Dave Gahan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Byrd,
Deakin,
Rotary Connection,
Donny Hathaway,
The Black Dice,
Symarip,
Lightning Bolt,
John Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
The Monochrome Set,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Copeland,
Loose Ends,
Gastr Del Sol,
T. Rex,
Groovy Waters,
Radiohead,
The New Christs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anakelly,
Babytalk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Happenings,
Arab on Radar,
The Fuzztones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.