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 Japan and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Warren Ellis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Swell Maps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronnie Foster,
Little Man,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Bananas,
Harry Pussy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gong,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra,
The Victims,
Jandek,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Count Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Beau Brummels,
Blake Baxter,
Ronan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angry Samoans,
David Bowie,
Nick Fraelich,
Tom Boy,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun City Girls,
Liliput,
Quantec,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalann,
Carl Craig,
Erasure,
Heaven 17,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Leonard Cohen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Görl,
JFA,
Pagans,
Pantytec,
Radiohead,
Sound Behaviour,
Susan Cadogan,
Ossler,
Flash Fearless,
The Pretty Things,
Dark Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zero Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Television,
Ituana,
These Immortal Souls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Techniques,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.