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 Micronesia and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Vainqueur to the electroclash 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Minny Pops,
The Fugs,
The Monochrome Set,
the Sonics,
Albert Ayler,
Bad Manners,
Symarip,
The Martian,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiohead,
Mark Hollis,
Scion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Funkadelic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Au Pairs,
The Fuzztones,
Newcleus,
Popol Vuh,
Crispian St. Peters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Toni Rubio,
JFA,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gap Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Ludus,
Yusef Lateef,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marvin Gaye,
cv313,
Wolf Eyes,
Bizarre Inc.,
10cc,
Black Moon,
The Birthday Party,
Wire,
The Count Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Index,
Nico,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Los Fastidios,
Hot Snakes,
Eddi Front,
Godley & Creme,
Crime,
the Normal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
Kenny Larkin,
Fatback Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Easy Going,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.